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well I didn't see thread for this:
I think should be the place for meaning ful thought at random. well heres mine.
Running from me
Conscience tells that me that i'm the monster,
What am I supposed to do with it.
not that I believe it.
Feeling tangle me like a knot, tightly twisted
if this has a point I think I missed it.
not that i could have seen it.
I act like there is something left, somewhere to go
I'm always been as lost as you.
not that I minded it
Searching all the door the to find the exit, my exit
I kept knocking at them while blind
not that seeing is the best of it.
Who's cries for better days anymore, i'm in the best
doesn't matter in the sun of rain.
not like I can cry anyway.
-Winter
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