the ramblings of a curious mind...
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I'm sorry for who I've become
Those who don't know
I'm not all that real
Fall into the lines of pushover
And hopefully she's almost over
Her wars,
Her words are a bore
If the world were perfect, imagine how boring that would be?
Everyone would be safe and happy, that is plain to see…
But now look deeper and see what cannot be seen;
