I have come to envision myself as a stranger.
Perplexed of this sudden motion I am, it still is the most logical exquisation for me.
Strangers and their wives, dictate the most blew choices.
A void is fuming off of my lost feeling, yet the curiosity to find out what will never come.
I sit and I wait, my mind isn't nothing but a cage.
Something that seems new to look in the eyes.
I lock away all of the colors, my mind racing for recognition.
I know not what I am, or who I know, I am nothing below.
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