See the world, and nobody believes me. Always asking you to prove it. And then you sit there quietly on that mountain in the night, staring at a full moon, wondering when you’ll meet someone who can see it to.
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experimental stream of consciousness writer who may or may not be a liar. sanest person you've ever met but i'll look you in the eyes like a computer eating magnets. what i don't know about you, i'll make up. and you'll still love me because you don't know where i went that moment you swore i disappeared. my moods chase the seasons and i hear it makes an interesting read. i like smelling good.