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the sun goes up and my head goes numb
all the stars i see are gone
secondhand sadness is the worst
sometimes you just make me want to burst
i think there’s something wrong with my heart
it’s creaky and made of glass and i’m scared it might fall apart
grab my hand and let me be
otherwise there won’t be another way to set me free.
you could kiss me.
maybe that’ll make my mind feel free.
