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Humbled by pin drops Of dust And of fire Burning the darkness and filling the nothing Surrounding her, She closed her eyes and wished herself To a night where they couldn’t see her,
There is much to life  When one only drifts     When one merely sifts   Through the sands of time.     Playing with sand  As though it will always be there.
There's a fear clawing at the inner walls of my heart, a fear of unknown things. It stretches my chest and crawls into my brain, where with silent power, it rings. I'm afraid of the people around me
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