24 Hours Ago
Twenty-four hours ago I was a poet looking for a life.
Twelve hours on this day I became an artist just searching for a dream or a fantasy in the
stars.
I don't know where my heart's at, so maybe I should make a wish and pray.
No amount of stars can shine the way to my real life.
I've already died but I just can't leave without her. I feel like I owe her more than my
life, so by the end of the night I'm gonna make her wish come true instead of mine.
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