I'm not one to stay up late
overthink and contemplate
I cut that **** out, long ago.
'cause my mind was a roofless prison cell
I thought I couldn't escape
and I spent all my time
too damaged, too fragile
eyes well acquainted with the floor
without hope for an exit
because you can not find what you aren't searching for
And maybe it was just luck
that my tears began to reflect the stars

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(edit- 10/6/14 )
but I'm **** happy they did.
I'm **** happy now.
I look up.