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These things in my head
Nothing is clear
Every meaning is dead
I rely on you being here
I've lost a lot
But no one knows
I've built up my walls
As the secret grows
I question everything
Though they tell me it's true
And feel guilt over nothing
They tell me to be you
I don't know anything
I don't understand
I just want to be seen
And know who I am
I don't want to cry
I don't want to leave
I want to feel in this new dream
I want to move on
But will I really?
I want to feel at home
Moving into the city
In this new chapter
I wish I could be me
Whoever that may be
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Anything But Ordinary
PoetryA collection of original poems and thoughts with rhymes of a wandering mind that is anything but ordinary.
