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Something of your consciousness
You spoke of it in detail
Then I answered, but of mine
It's stillness staleness oh so tired
Something you had said once
About your time of daily
It made me feel so guilty
For ever feeling sadly
And you spoke like it was nothing
Spoke like you were dreaming
And told me not to worry
Because times were turning right
You always look so pretty
Even when you're hurting
You say you feel so ugly
You say you feel so bland
I told you I do love you
You smiled and kept staring
Then you asked me really
If I meant what I was saying
And now we are a package
On route to our new place
And we will fight so gladly
Just to feel so happy.
It isn't terrible, but it's
It isn't terrible, but it's not good either. Focus on what you want to say. This piece has allot of words, but I've no idea what you are talking/writing about