“I think we miss that touch so much, that we crash into each other, just so we can feel something.”
I can be the right notion in the meantime, warm you like the sunshine.
... Stand in the light.
I could be happy if I take control, but I’m out of control trying to make believe I’m happy..
What am I but my mind?
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