i seen a lot of bad things in the years, always been grinding these gears, no fear of death but only regrets when we lay breathless. already feel headless. slightly reckless but gotta get up, get dressed got another day ahead of us. my obsession keeps me away from the world, little depressing, my suggestion is in too deep it seem as a smile gleams across my cheeks, i dont try to lie, that would just stinks like poison ink, the face i have to always act happy so no one will know, my mind is gone and im losing control..
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