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Rated: E · Prose · Personal · #2206834
Something I wrote yesterday and translated from Hebrew. First draft.
}and this city,

Wake up and see another ceiling, maybe for once
a room with a window.
Simply, I want there to be a correlation between the "other me" and me, moving somewhere else
Different enviroment for a different me
Because this new me do not get along here
Other people do not speak with me, they speak to some sort of a character, they give me wierd looks becuase I am what I am
I occupy myself with thoughts that "the normal people" only think about when they "been going through some stuff"
So my life is constantly through some stuff.
and everything is well, you don't die from it
In my eyes when you can say honestly that sometimes you do not want to be
You're more alive

Stop hearing
Everything, for moment
A melody without any words would've been really nice
All of the talking though?
Do not work for me at the moment

I don't want to be anything but me
Not that it's always like that
But thats how I want it right now.
But it can't be
Out here in the city
You have to be, Something
At least I find comfort knowing that different people see me
As different somethign
At least its not set in stone.
I would love to be looked at by a crazy person right now, or told something by one
Its funny how we see ourselves at the wierd stuff crazy people say
We reject it most of the time, or at least I used to
Mostly on an outside level, at least me.

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