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See how a man contemplates,
I am among those Who are made of glass Fragile, brittle,ready to Break
I place the key in the ignition,I put the car in driveand press the gas pedalbut I go no where. I open my mouth,and move my lips,I push air out
I am made of stardust, so science recognized. Grandules measured by two sets of metaled hands. My mind a split open galaxy, bleeding
Have you ever felt lost to the point of no return? constantly being reminded of your imperfections.. and thinking...what's wrong with me ? Where has the genriousty gone? Why isn't my happiness no longer a concern?