Where are you now,
The boy I used to know?
The one who still had the joy in dark times,
Where has he gone?
What has happened that I do not know,
Something bad?
Why won't you tell me,
When the only thing we can find to talk about,
Are buckets and pinkie pull ups?
Can you come back,
From wherever you are now?
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