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Does it matter where I am?
Stuck in a jam
lost like a lamb
in the middle of nowhere.
Does it matter what I do?
Run here and there,
cry anywhere,
sayin' "This too shall pass."
Does it matter what I make?
This much pain,
that much gain,
I nor you can't take.
Do I matter to you?
Like those dazzling stars,
your precious scars,
or am I just an overview?













