How else have you had it?
How many memories has it took?
Would you call this a new sleep-state where there isn't regret?
Was it you in your own world?
Or do you wait until what becomes?
You might be half of what you're missing.
How much is a hundred mistakes worth?
What isn't what you came for?
Who didn't tell you that they vanished?
Let's leave if you are turning.
You are a brilliant look.