You'll sing your song,
and I'll be singing mine.
But we'll dance together
to the music of our love.

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How to take it all in,
if you're all I ever wanted.

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There is this beauty about subtle moments which makes you feel usually ordinary.

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Does it all have to make sense
amidst all the randomness?

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Maybe that's the beauty of belonging to nowhere, as it pains a little less.

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Where do one belongs to,
when one belongs to nowhere?

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Why do we have this constant human need to belong?

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What do you do when you are scared to feel?

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Here, I'm again holding the sharp nib
to bleed you out.

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Winter stuffed me with woollens of memories.

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