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Strangeness
Indolent yet, constant, the feeling persists of no feeling
How do I do what I had no idea I would be doing?
Dreams are now nothing but wishful thinking
More like a thirst of unquenched drinking
Going through the motions unsure now of things I
had felt certain about, in my mind and almost in my heart
Its a different place, shadows emphasized by brightness
Strange familiarity of how life usually is, its contrariness
This is the constant, that I am not used to, this is strageness
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