It's 11:30, and I'm holed up in my room.
Writing my over-due history IA by candlelight,
singing softly to my Spring Awakening soundtrack.
And it's been a while since I've felt this peaceful.
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Pulse is gone and racing,
all fits and starts.
Window by window you try and look into
this brave new you that you are.
And who can say what dreams
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