I am different.
I am not the same.
I see things and I remember them. Other things I forget.
My mind wanders, and I spin in time.
Wondering when, I'll change my mind.
The tone get's soft, the mood changes.
I'm all alone, with my memory faded.
The beautiful words are just too much.
I almost believe, I'm here because of luck.
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