And only He knows where I really go.
Late at night, when there's nothing to be said.
Putting on some socks I sit and watch the sun come up.
I lose the feeling in my legs and hear the fox's lovers call.
My eyes may not blink for hours on end and all I can think of is all my lost friends.
All those people who did not want to know.
I know that who I am, is who I am.
All these ugly parts I hate are going to be loved and looked after.
Even if it is by me.
And me alone.
Please.
I do not write to get your pitty.
Please.
I write to make me happy.
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