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  • Artist Info: The name is Melissa, They call me Melly, I'm 18 and i work in china as an English language teacher.<br />
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    I fancy myself a poet, so here's an dip into my soul at the moment <br />
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    I can see the click, click, click<br />
    as your brains tick, tick, tick<br />
    you think you've figured things out<br />
    but what you've thought isn't at all what it's about<br />
    cliché, cliché to say my mind is one of a kind<br />
    but how else to explain my thoughts looping, twisting, knotted, intertwined<br />
    when I see you think it seems to be a dip<br />
    to take from the pond of consciousness, only a sip<br />
    underneath there is me<br />
    something somehow none of you see<br />
    a steadfast weight tied to my chest<br />
    the truth of the universe knotted in my minds nest<br />
    unfathomably deep, cosmos of things<br />
    thousands of small thin connecting strings<br />
    I climb beneath, over, follow along<br />
    tripping down the cords to reach the end of the song<br />
    the end of each song is the end of a thought<br />
    tethered safely to the bow of the last inch of string I sought<br />
    never being the last of strings to follow <br />
    it sets a sickness to my chest forcing me to swallow<br />
    how you think you've got it figured right<br />
    a bat refusing to believe it has no sight<br />
    its almost as if no one feels as deep<br />
    but I realize, in others, the surface is only as far as we can seep<br />
    I forgive you for thinking you know the truth in which you muse<br />
    forgive me for not having the words explaining it all, to use<br />
    I feel my thoughts a curse since birth<br />
    though I know a beautiful mess its worth. <br />
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