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rare mind

I'm alone in a crowded room
Flying solo and only on fumes
When will I feel like part of the herd
Probably never, my heart is too pure

I feel like my actions
Will end me up in Hell
But according to whom
I can never tell

I see the way you look at me
I think out of the square
Keep the thoughts to yourself
My mind is too rare.

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Written August 8th, 2005

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  • Out of the trailor
    August 8, 2005
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    Wow! I wish I could applaud this but I used all mine up for the day. This is really good. I know you captured what I was feeling tonight, and you did it much better than I could do!

    It really sucks to think differently than others (or as I sometimes feel- to think when others don't). Thanks for sharing and keep up the good work!