Sometimes I. ..

Sometimes I fantasize when the streets are cold and lonely and the cars they burn below me. Don't these times fill your eyes? When the streets are cold and lonely and the cars, they burn below me, are you all alone? Is anybody home?
 
Sometimes I feel like just uprooting and scouring the edges of the earth.
 
Sometimes I wish people close to me would know what life is like in my world. I try to explain it to them. They just don't get it.
 
After that sometimes I wonder what happened to the paperclips...
 
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