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City lights were scary, too small for monetary.
Made my blood thick for all the scars.
My mom was trying to leave me crying,
alone in this vast sky with no stars.
Picture frames were bleeding, shadows screaming. 
And we lost track of the ways to talk.
I came down here for a diamond rare,
when I touched, it turned into a rock.
Cause there were epic winners,
and the false hoping schemers.
It is time when the fingers point at me.
So let it take away everything, cause the gain is in making
It is time when you rise over the sea.
Because, you're on your own, for your own.

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