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The rippled pages of my works show the only things i know i am not what they see i am not what is shown to them i am happy and bright its hard not to let them know i have no real reason to tell or even to let the past go i don't know why i'm still here maybe it's fate maybe its carma it doesn't matter i'm still here there's time to fix all the trama
i'm by myself, like always
