I sense infliction in the air it's only me I'm fucking up old times it's a remembrance o this black session in my mind o the black I was too weak to fight once more I let go it is a black session an invitation of sorts I keep on living in this my only wish that life will be good someday I keep on losing my sleep because of this seems so hard just to stay so if you come by just this last time I'll be here and I will talk to you like if this had never been o this black session in my mind o the black
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