Here I go now, A hand is reaching inside my bag, Collecting my shredded rainbow, With one swift gesture I’m thrown up, into the beyond, And at that same exact moment, I gracefully fall among strangers,
I’m cold now, on the ground, I see them go, Why do they forget me so? Am I really only important once, and then discarded? Don’t they realise, I have feelings too?
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