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Four hundred and sixty

Is an awfully large number

One I will overcome

While I live a life unwanted

I can satisfy myself numbly

And his words are always there

To lift me up when I fall down

They comfort what no one sees

The person I’ve always hidden

And they are what I am

I’ve written many words to describe

Why I have the desire to own

Every single song he wrote

But I can’t put words onto this passion

Burning underneath with a need

It just seems right, is all

To have his words easily accessible

To hold me when the night is cold

To laugh with me when I feel fun

To give me knowledge on life

And to make me feel unalone