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Lines and forms
Lines and forms, created in my head,
no, it does not bother me, it doesn't make me sad.
the pointers of the clock go round,
and so do I.
Got this since the day I learned to count,
and I don't even wonder why.
I can't express what it feels like, even if I wanted to,
but it doesn't bug me at all, with whatever I do.
Numbers, notes, days and months, they all got there own form,
but its all good, it causes silence in my mental storm.
walking around a year,
wihtout any fear.
tomorrow is in front of me, yesterday behind.
this is what is going on, whats going on in my mind.
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