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The Crazy One

My hands are bleeding

Still I write

Your words deceiving

Yet I listen


When everything

Means nothing

Whats so wrong with dreaming

Of something greater than this


Something soft , something gentle

like a very first kiss

To get this heart beating

Although my soul is screaming


Yet these are strange times

Empty words

Meaningless actions

Is what we have come to…


They call me a fool

For trying to start brand new

Maybe there is good in everyone

And I am no longer the crazy one


The best way to get to know a person is not by what they say about themselves, but what they say about the world, people and everything else. So if you want to get to know me there is no better way than just simply reading my work. It's the window to my soul.

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