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Mar 2015
My hand drags across an empty paper
feeling, not seeing
my eyes are perfect and untouched
I’d prefer to stay blind
I see the world just how it is
and wish to get away forever
I see the ¨fun¨ the ¨cool¨ the ¨good¨
I know what they don't see, or should
I see the dark places
ones no one bothers to notice
I see the birds, the cats, the fish
and know, I'd rather lose all focus
on dreams and life and in-between
‘cause nothing is how we want it to seem.
Porter Olsson
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Porter Olsson  U.S.A.
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