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Sunday, November 7, 2010

Unfinished

My world mimics what I think I want
There's so much more to this frame than meets the eye
Whether every object is attainable is up to you
I can't wait to see what unfolds
This isn't what you think it is.
I can't hide from you.
My mind won't let me run away.
All I can do is tell you the truth.
I can't lie. I can't lie.
I have to always tell you why, why why.

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