Gratitude

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You speak of the sky
You see the stars
You try to fly
But your past is marred.

I speak of the sky
I own the stars
I clip your wings
Can you feel the scars?

Be thankful
Be honest
Be true
But who is ever honorable to you?

Stop shouting.
Stop yelling.
It makes my ears bleed
Come now, silence
It's all we ever need

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