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Losing my head for the sake of poetry

Laying out my fears right in front of me

Contemplating and counting the scars

'Cause they're as beautiful as shooting stars

The cracks in my armor

Are what makes its splendor

Liquid gold boils in my veins

Until magnificence is all that remains

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