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I've been crying on the inside
Just lately, more than before
The tears I dont weep
Dont mean anything, it's just
Street sadness, hemming me in.
I'll bake my own birthday cake
This year
And the number of candles
I plant in it
Will be fictious.
I'll make my own birthday wish this year
On a shooting star
On a speeding car
On an iron bar
Which I hug in my sleep.
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"Do not tell lies, and do not do what you hate,
for all things are plain in the sight of Heaven. For nothing
hidden will not become manifest, and nothing covered will remain
without being uncovered."
The Gospel of Thomas
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