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At This Piont

At this point, I can't tell the difference between love, and pain. Or between my heart, and my brain. Or between my tears, and drops of rain. At this point, I can't tell the difference between dark, and light. Or between wrong, and right. Or between blindness, and sight. At this point, I can't tell the difference between you, and me. Were the same, you see. We both just want to be free.
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