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Wish I could tell you everything,
But I mean everything,
From nightmares, to thoughts,
From thoughts to ideas.
But how childish would I look?
At almost eighteen.
Doctors say the mind is complex,
I think they're right,
Some things are so easy to say,
and other so difficult.
But they're only words,
And words are only our thoughts.
Why does the mind get upset?
when we plan things,
Have the image ready in our head,
But it never turns out the way we plan.
Wish I could tell you everything,
But I mean everything.
Detachment from the outside world,
can be caused by traumatic events,
Or bottling feelings,
Until the glass breaks into a million pieces; just like our hearts.
Wish I could tell you everything,
But I mean everything, I love you.
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