now you sit there, crying, feeling miniscule,
your face is so blank yet you look so insecure,
you can't drown your sorrows but you're drowning anyway,
your heart gets colder as you grow older but you say it's just childs play,
you once looked at each experience with the mind to analyse,
now you look at your surroundings with paranoid and tired eyes,
you're always standing on the outside, looking in at all you can't be,
they say you've changed, you're just not the same...
and you agree.
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