I'm sitting motionless, staring out the door, thinking about my hardcore deje vu's,
Like a apple falling from the tree I suddenly realise, that deja vu's are a good thing, it makes me realise that you are exactly where you have to be. With this thought I smile and leave.
Be cool, stay true, and don't be blue she says.
I smile at her and leave, no more bluesy blues,
I walk out the door, thank her and smile at what lies on the other side.
The darkness,
the coldness,
the eeriness,
the light, the glorious light.
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