the feeling
In the the old timesIn the happy
Times theres nothing in there nothing left
The constent the consistncy of it
viscos as it is
Unknown there maybe something
Not recognized by any
In the twilight my growing pains linger and to themselves plot
End up crying crying
In and out losing my mind slilently wasting away inside
The domination continues
everything seems like it would seem and i am
crying crying
consequence of my actions
day by day
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