You don’t see what I see,
Is your perception of the world the same?
To how I see.
Contrary of what you see, I feel.
And my feeling towards you empties as I echo the recollections of you, of the nothingness I feel now Apposed to how I felt then.
Or did I ever feel what I thought. I think I will know when I truly feel.
If months were steps, I would walk back down, never to choose that route again.
Sep 5, 2012
Sep 5, 2012 at 8:21 AM UTC
You don’t see what I see,
Is your perception of the world the same?
To how I see.
Contrary of what you see, I feel.
And my feeling towards you empties as I echo the recollections of you, of the nothingness I feel now Apposed to how I felt then.
Or did I ever feel what I thought. I think I will know when I truly feel.
If months were steps, I would walk back down, never to choose that route again.
How do you know what to believe anymore?
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