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I plant my feet slowly and reach out all around
Fingertips brushing up against the thoughts in my head
They seem to scream but my lips are bound
Shushing them, I see my mind was mislead
Staring up at the midnight sky,
hear the quiet passing by.
We can't get those thoughts out of our head,
so we keep them in until we are dead.
Twinkling stars that are shining so bright,
