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  1. I’m looking at Lucy through the glass, don’t know how much time has passed… All I know is that it feels like forever. No one ever tells you that Forever feels like home, sitting all alone inside our heads. Cause I’m looking at you though the glass, don’t know how much time has passed, all I know it feels like forever. How do you feel, that is the question, but I forget you don’t expect an easy answer…. when something like our souls become initialized … folded up like paper dolls and little notes… never expected the bitterness… while you’re out there looking in, describing what you see. Just remember what you’re staring at is ME!

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