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My head is burning with thoughts,
So I move out of the sun,
Living on time bought,
Forever on the run,

Hoping that somehow,
I will find the answers someday,
That even in the heat now,
I will be okay,

Always on the look out for more,
From the pain I have surely grown,
But it's hard to find what you're looking for,
When you're searching for the unknown.
Posted: 2005-12-13 04:50:47 UTC

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