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Grim Jan 2018
All the pale white faces
Disappeared throughout time
You find me broken trapped in glass soaked in lime
All my friends holding pictures there just to make you cry
Always wondered how f*&ked up and why?

As my eyes close, I feel the time slip away
With another shot drown with the bitter taste of lime
We are letting this all slip away
So close your eyes and hide from reality
combating your own personal duality

— The End —