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Feb 2020
Seeing the stars
High above the ground
Of all the parts
What have i found?

A fool blind
Behind the mask of rage
Being bound
To his own cage

For he coulnd't see
What they could be
With those soulless eyes
He now cries

And the only friend
In the end
Are the stars cold
As he grows old
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LK
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