Of all the things I've done and all the things I've seen,
I know of everyone and I've heard of everything...
I can say without regret that there are people that I know
that I cannot forget, and sentences I've sold...
There are few people in this world good enough to me
for me to treasure ever, independently.
But now that I sit back and think of the faces...
all of the names... recall all the places -
I see now that there are a few good friends
but much more are the numerous ends
that try -- to no short mark --
to kill my life and end the spark
that brings them down,
no one is here now.
So I sit back and think of the people worth loving
the friends worth my time, and all memories to date.
It is this that I know: If anything is worth remembering,
it's not whom you love, but the faces you hate.
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