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The wind scatters across the pavementmaking me think that there's someone
behind meBut I know it's just another one of my shadows and I walk on,
singing.You know, life is a funny ever-present thing and it's hard for meto
remember that I'm actually living right now.It seems to me that everyone I know
is reaching for melike I'm some capricious moth flying straight towards a
flameAnd maybe I am, but the truth isI'm just as oblivious as that moth may be,
or maybeI'm just imagining things again. I've lost the ability to
speak.Yes, my silvery smooth tongue has slipped through my fingers.It ran away
while I wasn't watchingI never imagined myself to be this weakNow, I find solace
in flowers,making sure that I capture their delicate beauty on filmjust in case
they, too, decide to betray me.I never stop shaking inside anymore. I'm
not looking for pity.I'm not asking you to answer my questions or solve my
problemsThe truth is, that you, whoever you are,probably can't do a damn thing
for meI'm just asking you to wait,and sometimes waiting is the hardest thing to
doI'm asking you to wait for me with open armsUntil I decide who I am againBut
please wait.Until this passes, for,This too shall pass. |
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