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Mar 2016
When I try to get some energy out
I end up making ironic jokes in my head
To make the layers thicker
And farther from my heart

I find myself
lost in the music
breathing with the wind
and
running from my doubts
forgetting what life's about

The stars above me are always out
every night
shining bright
so why can't I
be my own star
and keep on shining like them?

lost in the music
breathing with the wind
so I'll wake up again

in this moment,
I think I'm going to be okay.
August
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