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 Can I just lie here? In this flowery field With just my company And nobody else. Can people leave me be Because I am tired Tired of lying That I'm okay I don't want people to run If they found out what goes on In my busy little mind That is vaster than any infinity I want to be who I am But being that way Gets words thrown out at me As spiteful as knives. I don't want life to end. It is as beautiful as this field. But pain is never ending Like the cycle of the moon ( vickie )