Trains picking up, like they'd never stopped on those tracks.
I'm here, and then I'm not. And I come back.
Sometimes I'm bothered, sometimes I try to scratch things out from under my skin,
And sometimes, words wash over me leaving me unfazed.
I like what we've got.
And if only it was easier for those on the fringes to understand.
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