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the scenery is nice, and i am not part of it.

i watch as the world flies by and the wind grows untamed, and i do not engage.

i am not part of it. i am somewhere else.

i crack open a window and the air that floods in is filled with memories that are no longer mine.

it cuts like steel and tastes like lead.

i am not part of it. i am somewhere else.