| Running, an open field, with nothing but a black sky out in front of you,
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| big enough to swallow you, big enough to make you feel as if your significance
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| might not mean something
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| I wish the Big Dipper would come down and scoop me up, I want to float,
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| be cradled by the universe
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| Because I know you can’t always have a person hold your hand, even if you are
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| scared, because there are some things you just have to do and nobody can hold
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| your hand
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| And there’s something in the back of my head telling me everything is going to
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| be just fine, when looking at the stars, they practically spell out «ITS OK»
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| From the tips of your fingernails, to the heels of your feet, you are made of
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| star stuff, cosmic lattes, you matter
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| I used to have a nightmare as a kid, I was surrounded by darkness and then all
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| of a sudden every object, person, feeling, everything that ever existed in my
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| life, collided in on itself. |
| A giant mass of a mess, floating right in front of
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| me
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| My stomach hurts, bring me a butterfly net, please catch whatever is inside of
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| me, put it in a jar, label it «ITS OK»
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| Its ok |