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A lesson, a manual Gifted by God What to do And how to respond How to be Someone you're not What you see When there's No one around. Your head Is tempered So it won't ever rot You're stemming From the dirt It's the curse And the plot You first get hurt Put your tears in a jar Pull your hair Leave your teeth where they are Not leaving space In-between each bar Not leaving space I can't breathe so hard I can't seem to see What I have become I am this being The feeling of numb Slowly controlling But only my thumb Shaken the ceilings With nearing the gun Serious fearing Of nearing the sun Icarus All-around and no mirror I run around in fear Close to the ground There's something that I hear My roots as they snap My heart pounds, head spins And I'm free at last The fog clears Then we all hear "Please come back." Most people miss me When I am gone But not the people That I miss most