Don’t

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She sighs softly.

Don’t give up on me.

Don’t give up on me.

I have been fire, I have been ice.

I have been everything in-between.

I’ve been the sun, I’ve been the moon.

All of those times I have felt insane.

I have been alone in the crowd. I have been alone with myself.

I have felt alive in the crowd.

I have felt alive on my own.

I have been the instruments and the voice;

The noise itself.

I have been silence. Nothing but silence.

And I have caught myself when I have fallen.

Don’t give up on me.

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