The past is the past for a reason
That is where it is supposed to stay
But some cannot let it go
In their head it eats away
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I will put in my Magic Box
the second star to the right
a babies first cry
and ten million fireflies
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One does not own beauty,
One creates it.
In their dreams
They feel they can obtain it.
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Look into my eyes
Tell me what you see
It won't be happy
It won't be pretty
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The nights I have gazed
to the black shore and back,
the stars, themselves, appraised
the worth of the black.
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I'm sad.
But who would know?
I'm hurt.
Yet it doesn't even show.
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Why can't we sleep forever
And live inside our dreams
Sheltered from the heartbreak
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I’m crying my eyes out,
But no one can see,
Because it’s deep,
Deep inside of me.
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I come with no wrapping or pretty pink bows.
I am who I am from my head to my toes.
I tend to get loud when speaking my mind.
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