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I am always the constant. He is the little boy on the beach Endlessly chasing after the same kite. She is the wave Always thrusting away from the shore. I am always the constant. He is the hitchhiker Always running away and searching for answers. Yet, I am always the constant. A different boy. He is the flirt on the street Who always gives the runaround. They are the countless numbers Heartbreaking rebels without a cause. He is the butterfly Who has evolved into a beautiful person. They are the mice Walking blindly into the traps. I am the constant.
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Sep 11, 2013
Sep 11, 2013 at 3:20 AM UTC
I Am The Constant.
I am always the constant. He is the little boy on the beach Endlessly chasing after the same kite. She is the wave Always thrusting away from the shore. I am always the constant. He is the hitchhiker Always running away and searching for answers. Yet, I am always the constant. A different boy. He is the flirt on the street Who always gives the runaround. They are the countless numbers Heartbreaking rebels without a cause. He is the butterfly Who has evolved into a beautiful person. They are the mice Walking blindly into the traps. I am the constant.
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Sep 11, 2013
Sep 11, 2013 at 3:20 AM UTC
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