Nights I lay awake hopelessly thinking of this place. The more I think, the
Less I want to know. It seemed like before this never used to happen. I guess
It's proclaimed to be over the representation of time on paper. Pen strokes
Mark away and with every letter, a new birth. You will see it again, it
Leaves a mark on your mind. Pictures say a thousand words. We can tell
Stories without saying a single word, yet only to a true perception however,
Can this be "felt". I always see things that disturb me, but I would rather
See that than nothing.
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