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locked out of my own head
solemnly, ashes drift to dust
as time turns ever slowly
on and on
my stone mind
and my lost heart
this glass castle never changes
the ice in my eyes never melts
my heart never feels less lonely
my pain still screams to be felt
a star explodes quietly
leaving everything around it
to burn

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