Anxious is kind of me but no,
Familiar similar kind of weird,
I hid and reluctant to show.
I know this feeling,
I've seen too much,
I lie and stared at my ceiling,
Into thin air i stubbornly punched.
Outside everything is new,
In front of the mirror i was still a still,
Almost the same guy i knew,
I hope this isn't real.
A simple Hi, maybe?
To be or not to be?
That is the question?
Where was my passion?
Observing near and far,
The model i'm trying to paint,
Trying without making scars,
When will me meet again?
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