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"It was nice... it really was"
What changed?
You? Circumstance?
The gentle current that flowed through you as recalled
Somehow diluted and now, the euphoria reached it's pinnacle
Decline proves true opinion
And though it was nice; it isn't enough

"It was nice... it really was"
Paint me a picture of your recollections
And point out to me how it's not substantial enough for you to carry further
Could it be the dark smudge that you claimed to have never minded?
Or perhaps the shadow that lurked behind you finally has seen noontime?

"It was nice... it really was"
An escape is always nice while it lasts
But then the appeals of your reality become apparent
And you return

I don't doubt it was nice
Just wish everything stayed the way you thought it would