But Yet He Looked...

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You casted me off

On a island?

No-

A city of strangers

Yet I feel so alone

They knock me down

Push push

They're breathing

But in harmony

But mine

Outcast

Black coats

Black shoes

Black umbrellas

Black eyes

Black hair

Dreary black

Who's crying up there-

Hiding in the inky clouds?

Those clouds

Look like they can drip right off

The peeling sky

White hair

White eyes

White dress

No shoes

I'm just made of wounds now

Falling down so much

You might as well casted me away

On a island

Because it's just as lonely

With currents that don't stop

Like the people

That surround me

Yet

They don't see me

I'm a snowflake

Basically.

Tho how do I still fly

With my feet made of blisters

I'm bent and broken

I'm a snowflake

I don't wanna go

I don't wanna be fragile

A face

He looked

At me

And I followed him

To isolation you can say

But I was with someone

He saw.

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