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Jul 2013
Walking in the rain in the middle of the sunny sky.
Running circles in a square room, till I fall and I'm standing up tall.

I'm nothing but a mix up girl, in a strange and odd world.

The scene passing by as I'm not moving at all.
Wearing two left shoes and only going right.

I'm nothing but a mix up girl, in a strange and odd world.

Through the valley of shame with a smile hanging on my lips.
Never knowing the beginning because we're starting at the finish line.

I'm nothing but a mix up girl, in a strange and odd world.

Glistering white pearls broken to relieve nothing but hollowed and black.
A lie turned into a truth.
Our rumor shattered into reality.

I'm nothing but a mix up girl, in a strange and odd world.
And you're nothing but a sadden boy, in a blissful, normal world.

What a pair we make.
© Pandarra
Nickols
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