And we are here again. Yes I know, again. Who would believe it. You know it and I know it. Its the same old thing. Its pulling at my sleeves, tugging at my ankles and trying to get into my right shoe. I tuck my trousers into my socks to try to stop it. But its no use. They are always sneaking around thats what they do. Any possible way to make themselves heard. The colours are so vibrant. And all I can hear is screaming. My ears of bleeding from the incessent noise its relentless. It makes me sad and I want to cry. But its no use I can't. The tears they will not come. Its not the time nor the place for things such as these. I'm walking down that same old street, the cracks in the pavement bring me comfort.
Everyone around me is talking in ways I dont understand. I can't quite grasp it and why it feels like this.
How can we wish for it to be any different? That smell that beautiful smell I can't get enough of and I'm calm again.
I'm laughing and I can't stop myself. And I'm finally free.
Everyone around me is talking in ways I dont understand. I can't quite grasp it and why it feels like this.
How can we wish for it to be any different? That smell that beautiful smell I can't get enough of and I'm calm again.
I'm laughing and I can't stop myself. And I'm finally free.
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