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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