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Overlooked


I am underestimated

They call me crazy no matter

what I do, but I hate to say that

my reality is different

 

I talk a lot, but I don't say much

Friends depend on the day

and everybody talks

The greatest advantage of speaking the truth

is not having to remember what was said,

too bad I'm seen as a blonde thats dumb

 

Earth is nice, but I spend most of my time in space

I wander while I wonder

yet realize more than could be noticed

Turning my can'ts into cans

and my dreams into plans

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