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Dec 2009
My thoughts have been making me struggle...
I don't know what I want.
But I know what I shouldn't say...
I shouldn't say anything I can't live up to...
I shouldn't say anything about how I feel
because how I feel changes everyday...
my truth changes everyday...
which one prevails? yesterday's?
today's? the following day's?
I don't know.

I want to get out..

Forget about the truth - the truth is crazy.
What's right is what matters.
The right thing to do is to pretend
you haven't done anything to me.
..pretend that you don't matter..
I wish my brain would skip
every little thing that comes down to you
whenever it thinks.....

You may be my impossible dream...
But you' re not my unthinkable thought...
though you should be..
as much as I need you to be...
I can still picture you with me..
It's not an unimaginable scene...

You should be history to me.
Today is a new day...
But there's nothing new...
I wake up and you're here again...
I'm stuck again,
with your more than perfect image...
like you're right before my eyes..
It's obvious enough that these four walls
didn't crush my head...

They didn't..

But I'm thinking of you..I'm seeing you...

I'm not totally fine, after all.

Fact is I'm not fine, after all.


But I have to be.
But I don't know when.
Written by
Ochre
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