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Is it your fear of being buried that makes you so afraid to speak? An avalanche of opinions like the one that feel that I am now underneath.

It was my voice that moved the first rock and I would do it all again. So, I mean, it's cool if you keep quiet, but I like singing. So I'll be holding my note and stomping and strumming and feeling so very lucky.

There is nothing I know except that this lifetime is just one moment and wishing will just leave me empty.

So you can try and live in darkness but you will never shake the light. It will greet you every morning and make you more aware with its absence at night, when you are wrapped up in your blanket baby, that comfortable cocoon. But I have seen the day of your awakening boy and it's coming soon.