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Looking into myself I see
are the answers from within?
I tire easily from this
and melt back into conformity.
Struggling so, grasping at air
trying to feel and feeling nothing
Nothing worth holding onto,
nothing so still it deafens me.
Still I search. Looking, gazing, searching
into the dark, mystical night.
Is what I search for there?
Within me is the star...
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