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The creek had dried up the park now an apartment complex,

are secret world now nothing but a ghost.

Some nights i forget just what this means,

some day it will all come back to me.

I never truly answered the questions you asked,

just made new paths to a place I fear we will never know.

Some times I think this is all a sick joke,

if it is I am sure it will hit me soon!

I've traced this all back to a point I cant remember,

a hole in the memories...

a break in my reality.
Static will fizzle till everything's the same,
until I don't even remember my face.