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May 2015
A void is pulling at me
And I'm swallowed
Until I'm in a continuous mode
Don't sleep long enough
Always late always stressed
Never certain of anything
Always scared people will notice
The lines
But if they do see them
Run
Get far away
So you can't see your pursuers
And all you can see is
The lines
The ones that trapped you in the void
The ones who taunt you even still
Myri
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