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"nope, no clue..."

sometimes i have no clue at all

i sit and think like a stumped stump, sitting in a forest
i walk on empty paths
i run in vast expanses of nothing

and still i find no way out

still hurts? why not?

where's the manuals, where are these rules, where are these multitudes of
ladies in waiting,
waiting for a boy like me, waiting for what i have to offer, waiting
always waiting in silence?

sometimes i have no clue at all

and how just one word could change melancholy
into a bright star glowing ever.

-c. bay milin-

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