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You could tell me things are normal,

You could tell me that we are fine.

That our beliefs are immortal,

That my brain is my mind.

You could swear to me on life

On how it is constantly changing;

And yet in its essense a delight

No matter the chaotic deranging.

You could say l am outdated,

Acting up all afool

Telling me to get updated

To the wisdoms lived and accrued.

But honey don't forget about me,

that my mind plays queries.

That lived at times when they

released weekly-episode series.

Now they realease full seasons

As if the world is paced.

But I couldnt tell you how faster

my ideals are set to paste.

You can tell me all you want,

But expect me to keep my cool.

My life has taught me lessons,

“If you can bear to hear the truth you’ve spoken

Twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools,

Or watch the things you gave your life to, broken,

And stoop and build ’em up with worn-out tools:

If you can make one heap of all your winnings

And risk it on one turn of pitch-and-toss,

And lose, and start again at your beginnings

And never breathe a word about your loss;”

- Gossip Girl