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May 16
The hand in my pocket is holding together a broken heart.
My glued together grin is because I’m scared to break apart.
Tears fall right down to my feet because I feel you getting far.
My eyes are bright like the sun because you’re a shining brilliant star.
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Impulse  born in fear
(born in fear)   
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