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moon alignment (planet cracked) The thing at the back of my head is doing that obnoxious thing again, moving a million miles.
Fear of vulnerability is keeping the box in the room sealed.
Everything we say and do comes with such ease but these words seem to pure, seem like it could destroy or give room for growth.
The boy painted green, walks around over exposed, everyone knows yet its the hardest to confirm.
Never sure if i'm seeing what I want or if i'm wasting time by not acting on the situation.
The balls under a cup in front sits a million, over complicating now, multiplying by the racing heart.
