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I skilfully avoid all of the questions
About my fragile state of mind
I wonder how anyone could locate me
When I was never here to find

Maybe I only exist in conversations
Filled with the conceit of hindsight
But it’s too late to drop the gun to the table
With the bullets already in flight

I skilfully avoid feelings of happiness
It seems more of an effort to smile
A shadow was permanently cast over me
Just like the face of a sundial

Maybe I only exist as a silhouette
A vague outline that’s lost in time
Is it too late for me to turn away from my woes
And show my face to the sunshine?
realityisfarlessexciting
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