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Voices pound in my ears
Words that don’t matter
There is no meaning in these strings of mindless impulses
That wrap around everyone
But me
I disagree and I love it
But I hate it
When no one follows in the footsteps that are barely there
Because I don’t know what I’m fighting for
And I’m always thinking and I wonder if you are because
You don’t show it
And I wish someone thought like I do
And could make the world make sense
All over again because
I don’t think like you do

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