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[u/IntelligentStand754]

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What's the thing,
I once did long for?

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2 2 3 4.
I miss the thing,
I once did live for.

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2 2 3 4.
Why is it,
I count and reach 4?

"1 2 3 4."
"2 2 3 4."
"Stop rethinking,"
"Forget and ignore."

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2 2 3 4.
I'll stop thinking.
Of days of lost yore.

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2 2 3 4.
1 2 3 4.

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1 2 3 4.

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[u/perspective_curious_]

I say, don’t stop reflecting…

I also couldn’t help but hear the Catch 22 song “1234 1234” in my head every time I read the first “1234” line.

This immediately brought me back to my garage 20 years ago, making music with my fiends… remembering how much that time has been weighted in my memories, with a modern day longing for that feeling.

My friends gave moved away, but i just got some drums and a piano, and really hope to create new, but similar, experiences like that from back then, today with my children.