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When I look upon my path All I can see is light I feel a beating in my chest But it's never felt quite right The sounds will echo in my hollow head The sounds will remain until I'm dead An opportunity to climb the ladder A door opened with success in sight My heart can't help but feel sadder My lungs run out of air The will to continue has always been my swear But what can I do when my legs go numb When the thought of being without makes me feel bare My hands will sweat My heart will race and in that moment I'll care Still I won't know And maybe I'll never feel what I've imagined And maybe I'll remain too scared to tell what happened I'm privileged I'm supported But that's not going to change it That feeling of hatred That inadequacy I'll still feel like a ghost I'll still feel wasted. Those dreams of warmth My dreams of hope They leave a crack in me They leave a hole of frost behind I need that warmth Because maybe in time I'll be less than anyone can see That's not a promise or a threat It's my prediction It's my fear that I'll never forget

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