It's in sunrises,
We're trained to find hope,
And in each other,
That things are supposed to matter,
But I don't want the world,
And I don't want to float,
In the past with no mistakes,
Every kind of failure will be mine,
Before they realize,
With unacceptable furrows,
I haven't lost a thing.
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