She
Something about the way she moved
Maybe it was me just lost in some fantasy
When it was done it went gray
What did I actually think
Even if the world stopped I would still trip over my own thoughts
Confused feeling misled feeling to misread
Im not normal and it feels like sometimes feeling normal is the hardest thing to achieve
Why is it everyone has what they want in mind
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Tuesday 17th July 2018 11:56 pm
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