It tickles my feet
it almost makes me laugh
How do I make you feel?
like a storm or like a draft?
I'm aware of all this darkness
That makes it harder to fight
But sometimes I still remember
How the stars shine brighter at night
I turned my pain poetic,
even if it already was
And I feel stronger than ever
But this fear feels like a lost
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