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It's garbage as art
Well, do you approve of me? Do you like me? Am I good enough?
Well, do you approve of me? Do you like me? Am I good enough?
Well, do you approve of me? Do you like me? Am I good enough?
Well, do you approve of me? Do you like me? Am I good enough?
Have I achieved enough? Have I achieved enough?
Have I achieved enough? Have I achieved enough?
And then there comes a period where you've just gone through enough
And the space starts, that little blue sky starts to develop
And you start to identify with the blue sky instead of the cloud
You flicker at first, and then you start to, release
And often, in the release, there is a closing of the heart because
You don't want to get hurt again
And you got to allow that, that's still part of the grief reaction
And a lot of you are still holding on to grief from previous hurts
And then comes the time, when you start to realize
You'd rather be vulnerable and be hurt
Than be living dead
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