There was time when were yellow and blue,
There was time that I never forget
You were here. We were friends. Deja vu?
And was nothing that could be regret.
I had panicked: this time could be over..
And that moment already begun.
It is painful like social hangover.
That is it. Light is off. Time had gone.
*another old one
social hangover
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