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carefulness has its own end
when there's too much of it
collected in one single place for too long
words like to fly freely
they're resemble bugs in the summer
so they fight for their right to do so
i need someone to report what's wrong with me
i don't know why i'm angry
it just happens
i don't know why i'm angry
it just happens
even patience cries sometimes
sitting in its cage of bones
they get too cold to forget