Who me ? I’m afraid I’ve gone now…
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Where? Don’t ask that …you know where.
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Yes I’m afraid that the me that you are referring to has gone to the place where dead dreams live.
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Where there aren’t any smiling people or people at all ..no time …no here.. no winter or fall
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The place of the sound of the falling tree that no one is around to hear. Where you can smell the color 9 (Chris rice)
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Yes … schizophrenia… abuse and my own mistakes have banished my true self to none existence.
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I’m afraid I’ve gone now…I’m sorry …there is no one here…nothing left