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Comments about David Riecke
Only time will tell, and fate will see,
what comes around, and is meant to be.
Dreams go up, in fiery ashes,
past no more, except minor flashes.
Minor glimpses, of what could have been,
fading away, their lost again.
Gripping to hope, foolishness,
blurred vision, selfishness.
Moving forward, a tough choice,
stopping to hear, your stupid voice.
Shrugging it off, again and again,
Eventually, it will be my end.
Friends come, and they go.
True ones stand, by your side.
Bad ones go, at your low.
It never changes, brain is...