Untouched,
from the world, silenced
I sit here watching and waiting for my own
to come, and make me into something, I do not know
what of I speak,
my mind, dazed
my heart,
no more

Struggling to find my own,
sense
of self,
I watch you sit there, in deep thoughts of
unworthy topics,
shallowminded, unaffected by the greater things,
things we cannot change, nor predict

Yet another new,
yet another excitement, into the unknown I head,
yet another dissapointment.
yet another you, but the same old me.
There is no one else, no 'other half',
only me

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