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When we meet will you freak when you become aware I'm not a figment of your imagination not just a just an exercise in exaggeration of twisted tales  of successful fails riding the rails that lead me to bale on the simple things that tug on the strings of ones heart,move over sad friend let through some complete idiocy let go for a moment trip through a window into a field of feelings with stinky white flowers sensible shoes and blurry lost hours zero expectations for a lemon face sours like vinegar from an oak barrel,feel the power then let it go let it grow set it free watch it fly rising above all the lies that made you cries came disguised as a rare gift that gave your spirit a lift to such a great height which increased the pain upon the impact when you all came back to the ground ?