Why do we look upto the sky, when it always looks down on us....
as we move..we move the clouds...
As we Stop...they stop..as we gaze...they gaze...
it seems so real..
even doh we kno its not real..
we live in our shell....Cracked..
light seeps in...
people peep in..
we wait..this wait...it hurts...
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