Walking at midnight Clouds blocking the sun Walking along an invisible trail Watching my step to make sure I don't wander. Walking over fallen logs To get to the short cuts Runnning into open path I can't get around. These eyes see only what doesn't exist And as I begin to stumble with ease I blind myself, so no longer can others see me. A lonely journey through the crowd With a person that never got a chance to be.Birth sign: Gemini
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