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What's it like I wonder, to be like that,
To have hopes and dreams and reach so for shiny things,
To carry oneself with faith and truly believe,
That life and all it's merits are what one needs,
Shadow still, haunting the outside,
Within the want and without the sight,
Soaked by the storm and locked in endless lightning nights,
Never known and shrouded in my wet cloak of wretched pride,
I'm crushed by the enormity of the sky while you fly kites,
Thus the roullette of life, soft as silk to some and to others iron unkind.
To have hopes and dreams and reach so for shiny things,
To carry oneself with faith and truly believe,
That life and all it's merits are what one needs,
Shadow still, haunting the outside,
Within the want and without the sight,
Soaked by the storm and locked in endless lightning nights,
Never known and shrouded in my wet cloak of wretched pride,
I'm crushed by the enormity of the sky while you fly kites,
Thus the roullette of life, soft as silk to some and to others iron unkind.
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