Sitting on the straightaway, watching life pass by, not caring
that it does.
Dreaming real feelings within, holding onto them, giving them
a life of their very own to live along inside me.
Getting everything straight, going out tonight in the freedom
of my everlasting spirit, writing sentiments being kept hidden
from all eyes.
Protecting them from the impurities of other's thoughts,
preferring to keep them silently beautiful within the love I
have.
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