Were going backward;
I cant feel whats forward and ahead,
All my thoughts are cluttering,
Collecting themselves like a shelf,
Waiting to just rott themselves away,
But this has to be different,
I feel myself being set free,
Unleashing a proper peice of me,
And when i stop to think,
Your there in front of me,
I dont have to wish for you,
We have that
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