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ONJ
my name doesn't look like it use to.
somehow i've changed-
but don't know if i want to.
my cold hands run through
the pages, tattered, riped and brown
they seem to be searching the rain
all for a name
that i use to
trace with my eyes
but i didn't know that i'd want to.
could it be a suprise
my heavy breath on the window
painting my lies
warm wishperes grasp my bare hands
they couldn't swing if they'd want to
i peer through my reflection
i don't look like i used to.
a stranger- a charticther stare back too
i don't know if she wants to
she screamng but the slience's intense
what is her warning?
what does she want me to do
i'm stuck here, trapped to-
hypnotized by the fact that i don't look like i use to.
