I feel like a dreamer,
a wanderer of sorts,
lost in a world that will never exist
and feeling like a stranger,
so lost,
just like this...
like....
angels, hit-men and thing just like this...
A dreamer of sorts,
I will never conform,
to be the things
that you see in a stom,
looking into the eyes of the storm...
I will never conform...
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