If only art can walk to my doorsteps...
If only I have her eyes and his mind maybe I could understand how this flows.
Call me crazy but sometimes I can't help it...
Don't tell me you never wonder how other minds work.
Because if only I can read their thoughts.
Maybe I could have save myself.
If everything has a purpose then what is mine?
A shadow from a far wishing it was someone I know..
I guess someone who I really really know... So much to say and so sad but true...
It's a stop sign right infront of us and we can't ignore that fact so here we are contemplating, waiting for the right moment to cross this line.
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