I need like a telegram thingy
Not that I can use it
Just to use it to pi pi pi you whenever I think of you
And you could pi pi pi back to tell me you’re okay
Do you know how much value you have as a human being?
Do you know the sun watches you?
Light is music
I wish I could hear it
Maybe we can on a subliminal level and it inspired our music
You create music like a great composer
Your notes lead to a high of unheard of levels
If you burn out, even if you burn out
You still wrote masterpieces
I don’t believe in human qualifications for what has worth and what doesn’t
According to humans fictitious numbers mean more than lives
They clearly aren’t qualified to determine value
You are the man you were meant to be
I don’t know what I am
But I swear you’re doing just fine
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