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I am so very different

The world, therefore, is different

The static around me

Is a little more, a little less

A little bit of something new

I breathe in a steady rhythm

Like anybody else, you see

But to me, it's a new way

At least, to take it all in

I perceive it

Or something

Right?

The watch 'round my wrist

It never stops spinning

I'm thinner, stand taller

My bones never stop popping

The better I get,

Or however I get,

I still feel all the same

Some times, even worse

But that's life

Feeling old at twenty years

Feeling helpless for no reason at all

Feeling like I'm heading nowhere

Because I refuse to move myself

Because I refuse to move

Because I refuse

Because,

Or something.