I open my mind and heart to the world that will never care about any word I say, any emotion I feel or any song I sing. They say you only have one life to live but somehow I feel like I'm living everyone's lives ever at the same time until the end of time if that exists at all, because I try so hard to understand every single thing that appears in my way, I'm trying to look in all the possible directions and not miss any sign that might help me get where I should get. But where should I get? To the end of time, space, me? How do you call a person like me? Exactly, a weirdo.
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