Once I fell in love,
It was a good and full love,
Nothing compared to that cliche loves that you see,
It was my love.
Twice I felt disgusted,
It was a horrible and deep feeling,
Nothing compared to the teenager's distate,
It was a miserable thought running through my head.
Third I felt freedom,
It was a beautiful and amazing freedom,
Nothing compared to the 60's freedom,
It was praiseworthy to forget you.
Fourth I was tucked into nostalgia,
It was a terrible and macabre yen,
Nothing compared to the yearning that you felt,
It was an imprisoning nirvana.
Fifth I fell and felt the nothing,
It was heavier than I had thought,
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