My head is spinning. I am not sure what to make of anything at all.
I tear the window from my wall.
I look outside deep into the world which I have created.
I don't recognize a thing.
All of my memories don't serve a purpose, they just evaporate as soon as they hit my tongue.
My imagination is poisoning my mind.
The path I seek to walk upon is always out of reach.
I leave my arms up for you my heart to breach.
Nerves of steel melt in your presence; the torture of time seems infinite.
So eloquently I have noted before, but when I speak I seem a bore.
Given the chance we could spark romance, but not before we know the other.
I thought of the perfect compliment, and gave you the perfect insult.
My greatest downfall is the time to wait, but time would pass much faster if I had a sign.
I am thoughtless, persistent, honest, and naive.
None of these things will do well for me.
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