Why am I always talking about me?
Why can't I see the love right in front of me?
Drifting off into a fantasy world, alone, constantly alone but '
surrounded by many people.
I look up into the sky, and the colors are painfully beautiful.
How can something change so often, into a unique cluster of specialness?
Temporarily my worries disappear, and i'm comfortable and at peace.
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Author:
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