Cerulean whispers from the summer skies sing me a lullaby,
I tuck myself in,
Miss the sunrise in the morning,
Maybe today won’t feel like such a labyrinth
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Maybe I’m just a wishful thinker
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I reminisce on old photos of me,
My thoughts cascade into my palms,
The longing for a time of peace,
Even for a moment,
Sizzles behind my eyelids
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What is this paradox that I’ve trapped myself in?
The melancholy whimpers from disconnection,
The cheerful murmur of canceled plans,
The cry of loneliness underneath the moon,
The self-alienation illuminated by noon’s sun?
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