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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

but all I can think is black

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