Calendar Year - i got drunk and threw my diary in the fire

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Empty rows of trees I glide right past the point Of feeling anything other than this It may just be the starlights Hanging over my head They fade into the distance so I can breathe again Approaching quick is the lingering feeling That I see too much in this But all at once my worry subsides And I can finally be myself again I'm okay I swear I guess she's out there somewhere I'm okay I swear And i will find a way to deal with all of this for myself
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