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Through Thorns
Everyone is shallow, everyone is hollow,
So I choose my own path, hoping none will follow
For if they do they shall stop me,
the tears on my cheeks they won't see,
because they could never understand
that my life is like a dune of sand
enormous, worthless...
selfishly there, I reach and miss,
tumble and slip,
slide and my wings get clipped...
I'm stuck in a cage.
