Dried tear stains
Missed last trains
An eagle without wings
A fish out of water
Like a lost little thing
Is a soul without a lover
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Me, me, me
- Sith Fisto
- A million names, a million faces. A friend, a foe, a distant acquaintance. What I am depends on what you see, what you want me to be. But in truth I am nothing like that, I'm nothing you think I am. I'm not anyone. I'm me.
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