done, seems all is to be repeated, nothing specail, just another. done
Today, just for today i want to see myself as another persone, not just not me, just another, and then still decide if i like me.
I am here, all of me, but nothing anyone seems to see.
Tell me how can one persone seem to think that they have a world of love to give, and hate the persone they are.
Beautifull mind, beautifull me, just a lonely little thing i would intriduse as ME
Nothing missed, nothing known, just another day for others to say: I knew her, oh,…
Maybe?
dont really know what the reason is for certain me’s to be here?