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Spotlight
we're breaking apart
what culture we clung to
little white lies to appease us
don't go any closer
the children have been quarantined
i need a rest, a vacation
to cope with metabolic depression
it's sad but after all these years
i can't find a man to hold my hand
wipe away teardrops, so useless
while the world is breaking apart
i am fixed on fixing myself
my cloudy thoughts so ambiguous
i hope you find me before the world falls apart
so we can make tears, and laughs, and photographs,
so that when the light burns so brilliantly,
the light casts a spotlight on our vulnerability
