Every one's saying different things to me, different things to me. They begin like a bunch of buzzing bees. At first lovely to look at, then they never leave. They just buzz and buzz at me. I need to run a way from the stinging. I need to be allowed and just breath. The more they buzz, the more I budge and then they try to sting. I believe in, what I believe in so simply let me be. Let me do nothing but rest along this soft stream.
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