I don't know what to say.

Life is hard.

Love is harder.

I want to see the world;

But I guess I'll have to settle;

For this quiet little place that I'm drawn to.

So haunting.

I sit here sometimes to get away from the world.

I come here to lose track of time.

The girl.

The girl.

The girl...

I'll sing like a saddened windchime.

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