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Becoming the rainbow

When Skies Are Gray

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I'm strange...you're strange. And everyone says they're normal. You know. You know they're not.

I am confusion, reality, and illusion tangled up in words of dreams and fallings. Make me real. Listen to what i have to say. Maybe then you'll realize that the silent ones aren't exactly who you think they are.

I am the poetry inside you, and the memories that refuse to let go.


This is who we are.

This is who we can be.

As long as you keep breathing.

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