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By bedazzled

My head is burning with thoughts, So I move out of the sun, Living on time bought, Forever on the run, Hoping that somehow, I will find the answers someday, That even in the heat now, I will be okay, Always on the look out for more, From the pain I have surely grown, But it's hard to find what you're looking for, When you're searching for the unknown.

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