Sometimes these days we’ve made seem different, like we’re just floating above the clouds waiting to fall back down to the ground again. I fade from your mind, you never knew me but what’s new when you never knew me all of this time.
Looking back through time I see the gathering storm clouds, the pain accumulating over the many years of torment.
You claim to be inclusive but you never wanted me around. You think I’m not good enough.
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