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Once again thru the night,
Im being crushed underneath all of the people i coulda become
All of the things i wanna do for me, for the world
From the most basic recipe i wanted to cook for myself to being a professor
Id like to have a home, once i thoght i had, i was wrong
Id like to build as beautiful as my soul, expressing all of the layers, all the complexity in me
A museum of me, my soul so to say