Can see through my eyes,
Feeling my worries from being alive,
Flabbergasted by sudden goodbyes,
And terrified of all my somewhat worthless tries.
It's only me who looks behind
At a place where no ones pried;
Deep and dark at the back of my mind,
It's where I've always ran to hide
And imagined my world as a relieved
Internal rhyme, even though its held me and cried.
It's where i've sat and pondered what I've believed
In as a young she,
Because I'm sure, theres never been one quite like me.
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