Glance at me
in a room of moving yelling bodies.
Decide, yeah, it's okay I'm here-
but you're not so sure about me anymore.
I'm making noise I'm on the floor,
I look around to see what I've done.
Then turn back into your circle,
remember what it is you do.
It's not your fault that you don't know
that time didn't make me this way
but just you, being alive.
That you were there
when I went on that trip
that I almost told you about.
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