Fast forwarding, Catatonic movements
Slow motions, rewinding times scape
My mind is, made out of, razorblades
Deciphering, each cuttings depths
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I was wondering, upon a rainbows edge
While clouds, were slowly drifting by
Casually dancing, upon inert planes
Of what is, but can never truly become
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Yet the truth, of whom I have become
Is the Peace, Love, and Eternities
Of what is, and what will never be
Because I simply, just am who I am
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Just Who I am
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