Me

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I am loving and quirky
I wonder where we go when we die
I hear the music of poetry
I see shapes and colors in the sound
I want the adrenaline rush
I am loving and quirky

I pretend I am unique
I feel love, warm in my heart
I touch anger and hatred
I worry about being alone
I cry for those I love
I am loving and quirky

I understand that nothings perfect
I say that drugs are not an answer
I dream of living in my dreams
I try to make you happy
I hope that I mean something
I am loving and quirky





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