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thoughts are racing chasing the ideas of splendor away not because it's undesired but because it won't remain it won't stay contained exposed like a pose of darkness a silhouette in the distance
I wish I could be your provider I wish I could be your shooting star I wish I could be your lone survivor And be with you near or far
You don't even notice that i cry. You don't even try. You are so oblivious to my fears. Could care less about my tears. You will probably never even know. Because it is something i will never even show.
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