I've collected all my thoughts...
But I won't hide them in boxes...
I have to be true and honest...
Because that's what this life causes...
Everything around me looks the same...
But I can feel my distance...
I cry at past images...
Because they lack their old brilliance...
I turn my head and look around...
But what else can I do...
I resist this unfamiliar life...
Because I never asked for anything new...
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