No one can understand.
In in this alone,
Exclusive to me.
It is the way of my mind-
The way it should be.
My thought unexplainable-
Something only I see,
And no one understands
What its like to be me.
No one can understand. In in this alone, Exclusive to me. It is the way of my mind- The way it should be. My thought unexplainable- Something only I see, And no one understands What its like to be me. |
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nice poem=]
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the magic is in the music and the music is in me.
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the prettiest of things can be so subtle and small, its easy to pass them by, or let them go
some memories are too precious to remember, others to horrific to forget, no matter how had we try
with all the people that have came and lived, of all the people that have been, of all the billions of people... just know that we are not the only ones. you are not. i am not. everyone around us who have ever felt-they shall never be in it alone.
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the magic is in the music and the music is in me.
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the prettiest of things can be so subtle and small, its easy to pass them by, or let them go
some memories are too precious to remember, others to horrific to forget, no matter how had we try
hhaah yes. that is a bit different. i should think so...
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the magic is in the music and the music is in me.
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the magic is in the music and the music is in me.
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the magic is in the music and the music is in me.
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