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Thinking I am out, thinking myself again
Words I hear are hailstones, mixing with the rain
A cat cut to my jugular, juggling my pain,
Sunshine mixed with stormy times,
I think I'm insane
I am here to hear you out,
I'll back you till your back,
I'm creaking with the sound of hope,
I think I may crack
My vices spiced with dreary woes,
caught within your vice
As I do unto my self,
This is how it goes
Prone to pick a bone or two,
can't I just sit still
Picking up where I left off,
somehow it's my will
Will you may or may you nigh,
Which one is the right,
I think I am sweet and calm,
I just like to fight
Fighting for the last cookie,
As the cookie crumbles
feeling empty as they say,
My fat stomach rumbles
Wishing I could stop my mind,
and get off and rest,
Seeing things a different way,
Truly is the test
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And as she plays,
her sweet song of laughter
floats through the air
and warms my heart
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