down the stairs the charcoal man stays. he's just like me, special in surreal ways. i thought i heard him laugh, i thought i heard him smile, but he's just like me; so it must have been a mistake... sometimes they say "girl dont u see? ur so unique, so unique." and that charcoal man, he's just like me, i wonder if he knows it yet. down the hall, the charcoal man lives. i can hear his breath penetrate my skin. i thought i heard him breakdown, i thought i heard him cry, but he's just like me; and now i know why. sometimes they say "girl dont u see? ur so unique, so unique." and that charcoal man, he's just like me, i wonder if he knows it yet. i had a dream, that charcoal man was me. obliviously overlooked, and he died in his sleep. sometimes i hear his loneliness sometimes i hear his fears, but then i realize hes gone and its me i hear. sometimes they say "girl dont u see? ur so unique, so unique." and that charcoal man, he was just like me, just like me... that charcoal man, he was just like me... unique.
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Birth sign: Sagittarius
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