I guess my mind has been spilling out with so many thoughts recently. I don't know how to explain this, I just keep writing down what I think up
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Will I ever be what they call --beautiful? Do I fit in? Will I ever be what they call --perfect? Do I want to be? Like standing outside a window Looking inside your house of joy Feeling like an outsider Do I make myself alone? Or do you? Who is to blame? No one Life is just .... too complicated
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It's nice things you wrote there. I can feel it comes from your heart, it's moving.
One of this little poem reminded me of a song where the lyrics are :
" Was the answer in the question all along? "
this is the quote that's written on my magna doddle right now.
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--beautiful?
Do I fit in?
Will I ever be what they call
--perfect?
Do I want to be?
Like standing outside a window
Looking inside your house of joy
Feeling like an outsider
Do I make myself alone?
Or do you?
Who is to blame?
No one
Life is just
.... too complicated
this one spoke to me :)
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