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I feel a thousand miles per hour,
it's heavy rain no pouring shower,
it's light and thunderous, a voice,
and it leaves me with no choice.

When I feel, there's firework,
sometimes it's awful, sometimes a perk,
that everything I feel deep down,
is too much on my own.

Those crowning torns I wear with pride,
my scars and fears nothing to hide,
those memories I made along,
my lullaby, my favourite song.

I love my glass castle cabinet,
even if it leaves me with a fret,
glass and its fragility,
is my own worst enemy.

Daylight nighttime in my heart,
playing each their favourite part,
I feel they look right at what you see,
what I achieved, strived to be.