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Under the scarce, starry sky, I sit in a daze. Not counting the stars, I count the reasons why I'm so messed up, distressed, on the edge, why my life is just a big lie.
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Feb 3
Feb 3, 2026 at 9:54 AM UTC
I Wonder Why
Under the scarce, starry sky, I sit in a daze. Not counting the stars, I count the reasons why I'm so messed up, distressed, on the edge, why my life is just a big lie.
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Feb 3
Feb 3, 2026 at 9:54 AM UTC
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