Slight twitching, sorry. I seem to have no glory.
It is some kind of an obsession, PLEASE STOP BUYING!
I am not a goddamned concession.
Confusion and bad dreams, nothing is as it seems.
Bury my face in the sun, there is no place I can run.
Some world this is! Nothing to hold on to anymore, I long so dearly for a unique kiss.
I might as well be dead, because it is this simple life I dread.
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