Lonely breaths keep you counting.
Introvert, unsatisfied.
Kid, where's your hope?
Looking for action,
But you stumble and fall.
Kid, where's your pride?
Turn to danger:
Footsteps numb.
Kid, where's your thought?
Flames that dance
Through a wickersky
Kid, you can't die.
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