Midnight

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I am lonesome, but never truly alone
My thoughts aren’t really even my own.

It’s funny how we think
There is such a thing as individuality
When really, there is no such thing as originality

Ideas are only thoughts brought on by others
And while we sit here think to ourselves
Someone else is sharing your new ideas
With their mothers.

Perhaps our thoughts are like balloons,
When released they float up towards the moon
And we all know that what goes up must come down
So our ideas fall all the way to the ground.





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