strange
some or more of my life i feel kind of out of place a strong sense of sureal
in my childhood with my mother at a department store i mistook people for manikens
and mabikens for people in junior high at a science class i was drawing cars of the future
the teacher saw it showed the class and everyone laughed adolescence even more out of place adulthood watching the tornado circus of babies and cars watching expresions on people like strangers faces in the citytrying to find meaningisometimes remember my dreams usually strange and daydreand daydreams
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