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Where am i going? Where am i?

seriously where the hell am i?

am i simply wasted space in a city

or do i truly deserve someone who is to me pretty,

some girl i'm attracted to, and her me,

she knows she's locked down, stops acting flirty,

her past is so dirty, luggage needs a wash,

there are creatures that came out that looked like Bosh,

are her problems really that far? rooted deep

in her garden and is sure to keep,

her from her sleep, like she does with me,

when she comes to my city she just wants to kiss me,

if only i could go on the path i know i must,

maybe this loneliness could be more just,

if only time slowed down and allowed me,

a chance to catch my breath so i can speak proudly.