Blind Camera
Laying in my bed with Thelonius Monk playing in my head is a pleasure designed just for me.
Ice cold lemonade is better with tree loaned shade on a August day to calm the chaos.
As I play my dad's guitar and dream of being a star in a world where I am ignored by a selfish society.
Day after day I find a new reason or rhyme that leads me to embrace my reality.
If you should ever be sad just look into your mirror and be glad for what you had all along
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