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Chest, chest.
I convince myself the misconception of a child's memory,
My thoughts and beliefs are false.
Perhaps I was fooling myself.
I could never sleep I get no rest
I just have to keep these on my chest
My thoughts don't stop they're racing they're a mess.
I think about the thoughts when I had less.
To think is powerful, it can make a man weak.
It gets hard until you're done
© Yoda
My thoughts and beliefs are false.
Perhaps I was fooling myself.
I could never sleep I get no rest
I just have to keep these on my chest
My thoughts don't stop they're racing they're a mess.
I think about the thoughts when I had less.
To think is powerful, it can make a man weak.
It gets hard until you're done
© Yoda
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