These scars are a private map
I navigate by instead of stars
My compass is a tempest
I find silence in the tempest
Chaos is my only map
It leads not to pain but to stars
Night after night I sing to the stars
Praying to be taken by the tempest
And reborn as an inked arrow on a map
Could you be my map to the stars beyond the tempest?
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