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All they see is the failure,
And I realize there is no cure,
But in a way I'm not sure,
That this isn't just a blur,
In my vibrant imagination,
And not having any recollection,
Of anything except distraction,
That's what I am, a distraction,
I seem to be in the way,
On every single day,
And no one lets my have a say,
Even if I ask if I may,
But there is one, one who understands,
One who will help, and take a stand,
And let me speak to the land,
Of my feelings, and my plans,
This one will help me,
Even if I cross the sea,
They will be there for me,
And that's all I see.
