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The words are on my lips. That change the perspective from what I see. That may change the perspective from what you see. So close, but so far away. Though I don't want to sounds like a cliché. Because all that isn't of this world, this now. And maybe I still want to need them. But I know that's not going to help. Because we don't want thesame. We want to change. So badly. And I don't know why. Those words, that image, that place. I don't know what to do. How to make you see. Although Maybe not the how Maybe the why Maybe I'm scared. That my perspective won't be yours.