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I harbor doubts that our dreams are streamlined as you turn and shout, “You! Hurry up! What could possibly be wrong with you now?”

I am my light, I am my head.

Now I’m my dying words instead.

I’m still here, that much is clear, and I hear their whispers through our fight, my dear.
My dear, oh dear, dear, dear, dear, dear

Take me. Drag my thoughts down your path of misguided right and wrong. “You! You need help! I think I’ll fix you up right now with drugs and wealth.”

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My dear, my dear, oh dear, dear, dear, dear, dear.

I am my light. 
I am my head.
 I will convince myself over and over again.

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My dear, my dear, let me be the one to whisper now, my dear.