Walk for years to find me,
because I don’t know where I’ve been.
I am not where I am right now.

All we are is ever falling,
until we hit the ground.
Running.

‘They already like you.
Find you.
They’ll like you better.’

Walk through fears to find me,
because, my god, these doctors sin.
I am not where I am right now.

All we are is ever crawling,
until we stand up proud.
Mother.

‘Nobody’s like you.
Find you.
They’ll like you better.’

What do I know that I don’t know yet?
Nobody knows that my head’s this loud
and I am not where I am right now.

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