Etched in my mind; it is all I can find.
A thought glooming; a memory reoccurring. Over and over again.I see what I want to see; I'm a simple being.Weather its seeing the real thing; or listening to a lil blue bird begin to sing.I might not be open to other ideas as these thoughts...Over and over again.Remind me to accept; I am not perfect.I might suspect where I didn't expect; sit back and wonder what's next.Stuck in a loop.Over and over again...I notice jealousy has gotten the best; I have failed that test.I am not perfect; in trying to protect.The one...Etched in my mind; as I try find my one of a kind.A black and white photograph; memories passed; to late to have.Over...and over again.This is all I have...Etched in the back of my mind.
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