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Sometimes
Sometimes I feel I'm like the wind
I come and go, gently pet or scold
But I'll be forgotten
A moment after I'm gone
Sometimes I feel l'm like a grave
I contain some one inside of me
Who is long dead
Sometimes I wonder why
So I just sit down and cry
Mourning
What was never mine
So when I'm alone
I'll rip my skin and masks
Just to see how I am inside
My grave
Sometimes I wish I could play you
What I felt, before you left
Make the piano cry
Or the violin sing
As we share the pain
Of just being
Motionless,
Emotionless
In this great void
We call life
