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nothing is real these feelings i have are not my feelings this is not my life i talk to people but they don't hear what i'm saying i work on things that are so important to me but no one even knows there's nothing i can say no way to explain all these people around me ... who is standing in my place? who is speaking my words? who is thinking my superficial thoughts? i am invisible all my inner dreams are a rehearsal of a play within a play i'm trying to follow the thread but it just goes nowhere everything i say out loud is instantly contrived, dated, calculated, not the real me this is a story of a life through the looking glass by Adam Love © 2006 |