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Oh God
Why am I so vast?
And exposed to the storms.
Why do all these seasons
Pass over my heart,
Leaving behind yellow losses,
Like a pile of straw.
I am not a planet, oh God,
And my chest is not a field.
๐ข 5๐ 2๐ 1
ุญูุชููู ููุฅูู ุบูู
ูุฑูุชูููุง ุงููุนูููุงุตููู
ููุฃูููุจูุณูุชูููุง ุฃูููููุงูู ุงููุญูุฒููู
ุฏูุนููููู ุฃูุนููุดู ูู ุฐูุงููุฑูุชููู
ููุญูููุงููุฉู ูุง ุชูููุณูู
ูููุง ุฃูุญูุชูู
ููู ููููุฑูุฉู ุฃููู ููุฎูุชูููู
ุฃูุซูุฑู ุญูุจููููุง ุชูุญูุชู ุฑููููุงู
ู ุงููุฃููููุงู
ู.
๐ข 9๐ 3๐ 1
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I know the road is blocked But I still seek light Every face around me Seems familiar, yet strange I will spend my days in silence Within the walls of my own thoughts I hold all the keys, Yet I find it hard to break free
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