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I long to learn to accept That things might get better And we won't be stuck in an illness That we convince ourselves is art Because we lack the courage to understand That freedom is a rarity So uncommon that no one ever really has it And we don't dare to face the truth Of the matter that our emotions Aren't like stars that shine along with the sun Because the sensation of forgetfulness That we learn along with the language of numbness Aren't a substitute for happiness that we can use As the relief that it offers is so fucked up It's still there ever present in the world Like the sun hiding behind its clouds of confusion And the moon that's offering us a chance To gaze upon something truly artistic and beautiful | ||||||||||||||
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