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I come here To walk But all I do is think I come here to rejoice But all it does is hurt I want to be happy But my mirror is stuck with an obscene Image, in its path It’s just a reflective sticker on a piece of glass Revealing to me who I am So the sticker is not whats obscene, It’s my own thinking So here’s my first step toward Making myself happy Revealed and open I’m breaking those mirrors Until I can look with joy into One So I came here to walk, I ended up thinking
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Feb 25, 2013
Feb 25, 2013 at 9:56 PM UTC
I Came Here to think
I come here To walk But all I do is think I come here to rejoice But all it does is hurt I want to be happy But my mirror is stuck with an obscene Image, in its path It’s just a reflective sticker on a piece of glass Revealing to me who I am So the sticker is not whats obscene, It’s my own thinking So here’s my first step toward Making myself happy Revealed and open I’m breaking those mirrors Until I can look with joy into One So I came here to walk, I ended up thinking
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Feb 25, 2013
Feb 25, 2013 at 9:56 PM UTC
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