if i break this window,
am I an idiot or just insecure
if i throw my trash,
will I prove this worth
if i go outside,
will there be a point
if these stars keep shining,
will i find an edge
at the end of every pin and needle is just a beginning of someone else's promise to someone else to give a gift of sentiment, sediment at the side of the road given to us overtime by someone else's discards and distraught throw-outs
if this black sky can become blue then i'm sure we can get through to you
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i really think i am going to throw a brick through a window tonight, i'm still on the fence about it
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