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Things that work, things that hate, and everything between..
Read me a story, tell me a tail....
I fly around in circles...
looking for a place to lend.
All I can find are dry tears,
Many dead years,
Memories eaten by fears,
I hear them scream, I hear them cry, they beg and bleed all over me.
I care enoug to try my best, but all the caring, all the hearing, all the faint cries in the dark corners. My live is a chaos, where I try to find peace within my mind. No one knows me, they belive they do, hope they do, wish they do. I do not like to see sad faces, crying because of me. I do not like to hurry, for many things will go by, regret and doubt, dreams of what would have happened. But things go fast, my mind spinns in circles, I 'go with the flow'.. whitch I do not like, Im being dragged by the tail, to tired to snapp at the one dragging my soul....
Things have gone by me that do not make sense... Im confused most of the time... I do not like it... gonk
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