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Mar 2015
I haven't exactly found someone like me, here,
I don't think- they're too dreamy, off in the clouds
those over there are so cynical, why
do they lie all the time? They would rather be indoors
they would like to avoid depth but wonder why they're restless
these ones are too dark, so pained- everything's a struggle
there is no 'I'm okay', but always, 'Why? Are you, really?'
these want to escape but don't, really
I've met girls with no imagination and boys with no depth
I love people, I do, I know they're all valuable-
but a part of me is looking for someone that I haven't met yet.
except of course the one and only miranda. Glad we can have each other
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