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Forever Might Take Too Long

Not my thoughts that matter it's just I don't think I have anywhere else to go
It's not regret. It's not complains. 
Just thoughts you'll never utter


Everyone's busy getting their life right we stutter getting through the moment
I don't want to believe we're same but since when was it me who decided anything? 


What? you think the same too?
Can't be coincide right?
Yeah right. 


Everyone's the same trapped on their own world with only themselves for company.
That's the only thing we have in common.


What? you don't see it?
I think the spells wearing off but since when did it matter what I think...outside my mind at least?


Wait are you leaving?
You want to know how I  noticed?
Guess my spells wearing off too or maybe it's just a new spell


Oh you're left already? Never mind.
A tap on the shoulder and there I'm back again.

poetry

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