I dreamt this last week, and I actually felt like him. I really can identify myself with this boy.

I said imagine this;

A boy inside a glass bubble,

He has never been outside it,

He just watches the world go round,

Watches the people move around,

But there is something strange,

Nobody seems to notice him.

He doesn't know what love is,

Has never spoken to anybody,

But I tell you;

That in the most inner part of him,

He feels everything.

When he sees a couple hugging,

He can feel the warmth,

When he sees them arguing,

He's in sadness and sorrow.

He cries,

He laughs,

He screams,

And he falls in love.

But he doesn't know what love is,

He doesn't know what he's feeling at all.

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