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Were all the same


The sky explodes

With colors misunderstood

Some days she puts down her walls

Others, She hides.

Her eyes grow cloudy,

And then she cries.

Knowing we are just passing by

She's loved and lost And no matter how hard she tries,

There she remains

She's perfectly, absolutely

Completely insane

I Guess we’re all the same

 
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