We are all so preoccupied,
when I tried to sing, with what I was told was magic,
I felt that I was the only one doing it,
...and that I was a piece of junk unworthy,
amongst the fellow performers,
they that I feel somehow comfy with.
It was a space to share with a thousand million synapses.
And I wonder, if we did really crossed our paths.
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