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papper.

pen.

ink.

words.

oh what do i say?

what can i write?

can you read between the lines of my soul

and how can you know what you love

if you've never truly seen it?

this is my soul

bear,

exposed

and still,

with all the filters in your mind('s eye)

how can you know

what you're looking at

caus you can't see

you can't see (any part of) me

and it's a day with a band around my chest

and to that empty sky

i (prpetualy) am questing why

and it's night right now

kinda sorta 'but i do' kinda night

and in t his interal clashing din

my insitics are t o run and fly

because.

papper, words and ink can't say who i am

i pray i'll one day be who i am

cuas just now i don't who i am

again

so tomorrow, like his song,

let me wake up with your arms around my chest and

let it be the day where for someone in their coas i bring rest

if it goes that far

if that's our star(my star, his star his star)

then let it come slowly gently rumbling peacfuly

like a tidal wave come crashing inside me

so papper can not say who i am

and how can you know at all what i am

when i'm just waiting, trying, learning, and listen'