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Standing
Watching the world As it passes bye Alone on my perch Alone on my axis Part of the large picture Clinging to distinction Yet rarely seen A number claims me Walls contain me A number little more I feel nothing I am nothing So the worlds believes But I think I feel Would you bleed me To see that I am you Just watching, waiting For my own personal Redemption Willing it not to pass me by
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