Dontletabullywin
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Hand over brow, sweeping
horizon
over and over to find
something new.
Head over heals, falling
in circles,
don't even realize you don't
have to look.
You do have to lose.
Everyday the same routine
Time passes
Is this really the life I dreamed
I wanna be
Spontanious
Active
Free
There eyes
Judging
Turn around
Don't look at me
My personality