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How can i tell you,
that it's the little things that bother me most?
when you stare at me,
and remind me of this?
But, isn't that how it is with everyone?
What we think is the problem, really isn't?
And really, there is a child inside of us that reacts, or neglects.
There's nothing really complicated about us, but at the same time ther is.
While we know what we feel, and know others feel the same, there is a labyrinth, filled with traps and dead ends that lies between the world and our hearts. We'll never show anyone the way, we never made a map.
So even we are locked inside,
Not knowing the way out.
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