But how do I know,
how would I believe and understand.
So funny, as all these times,
all I ever cared about was you.
my memories are colliding back.
Can't say what's beautiful,
I've known just less than my eyes.
Too blind I am, and over time
with my deaf ears I can hear people say;
Keep what's precious to you,
avoid the harmful ones.
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