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If only people knew
The days it took to be this way
You are so cool
It's a shame some will never know
The magical days
Where thoughts danced away
They will never witness the test of time
The pain waving the road of how mind and body collide
They will never feel
The night's sadness and sandcastles brushing against Hands turned sharp crystals into ocean waves
They will never hear about
The nights you looked at the sky with no moon insight
Only in your heart therefore your world
It's too bad that they don't know
They just don't know
How you are so cool
Every day you just keep adding years
To that spiritual clock
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What a child
He knows how to play
He speaks in silence
Holds his tongue
His eyes read worlds of wonder
He's feeling the pressure to
Become now a man
But don't forget my dear
Don't fear and learn to steer
Honor yourself
Feel those feelings
Don't push them away
Trust yourself
You were so authentic that day
I wish you well
And hope you stress
Some time to play
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He steps on my toes
You could say I have the whoa's
When kisses blow
I never met someone like you
You smell of good things
Some of my favorite things
Spill em into pieces
Show me something only phases can see
I'm too weak
My heart can't heal
I can't part ways
I just can't deal
Just ask me again
So I can finally say
All the things I could
Never say.
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Mystery my dear
That's all you may see
Some see a challenging view
Some see a hurting soul
Who were you?
Who will you be?

Cause mystery you see
It's not at all what you think
You know the sources chained
To my knees for so many years?
There is a darkness within me
My body steers the distance
But my heart craves the love

My mystery you feel?
There is a lot more to hear
Some will be restless
But who will be virtuous?

Lean in and let me tell you a secret
My mystery my dear
Was built of righteous and fear.
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The dark night of the soul
Is not for the dual and the cruel
To my anxiety, darkness, and depression
You have erased my image
Taken and deepened my sleep
Just give up, lose the grip, and just lose the grasp
You have no command
Just my notes of sadness
If you can't understand this path
Just be gone
Shame on you
Like a flicker of a candle
I try to hold onto the night
Like I hold onto the reasons
The truth is I am running out of excuses
I am so tired of being afraid
Breathing itself you were in my hand
But I keep asking questions
Answers already sewn into my deep dark soul
Strain and tension
I am a golden okay
My heart, my soul, my mind, my beloved
You have done so well
Congratulations
You are the evening mixer
And will continue to be the morning elixir.
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It's strange how children feel ghosts
when the hunters were actually all along
in the room just beside them.
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I've lost touch
Five years of school
Chill in dust
Skills waiting
To see the light of day
Like the 2000s
I can't stop touching my hair
Empty days are a test
Feel the sweat
Down my back
This summer’s a knife
Slicing my life
Looking from the dark
When will it flow?
Am I too far gone?
In the wrong?
Sensing the golden flow
Making its way
So very slow
Praying for a saint
But a sinner at heart
Remembering that one gets lost in a maze
But one finds themselves in a labyrinth
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