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05 Dec 2011 Leave a Comment
Some kind of secret locked inside, i don’t even know where to hide.
Can we run from our ideals, i don’t think, i don’t know, i don’t feel. Not today, today i want to be just a empty canvas. Paint on me shooting arrows that go all the way up to the moon.
Make me burst into colors and make me think I’m the only one that can do that. I want to know the real meaning behind the blue sky, I, for one, don’t even see it blue, I see it in different shades of green.
I wish i was myself again, but what self is that?
Maybe I should get some imaginary friends, they would understand what I mean.
After all,
we're all mad here.
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