Why? Am I that different?

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Oct.6.15
As day has passed and I start to think, only as I close my eyes I can experience the day as it blows away.Only I can see that,but even friends don't know what true feelings lie behind this ugly flesh.The dark appears and the moon makes its light shine, only to say that night is here.Making my ways through thought I see this dark path that leads to emptiness, that only I can see.People pass me through the halls in pairs or groups only to make me feel that dark path rising through my veins but stops,and makes its way down again. I see him,is he real,should I speak. My head doesn't seem to think. So I freeze with a smile, as he passes me by.

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