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Depressions


Walking home, always alone

Nothing changes, cause I’m walking on the same stones

I need a change

What’s it called?

An escape

Music was mine

But it was a lie

I tried to cut, but it only made others hurt so much

So what now?

I was alone in my soundless world

Everything around me started to curl, wind, bend.

Unshaping my reality inside my head.

When am i going to be dead?

They call me vampire, but they don’t know me..

those liars

Dressed in darkness, all the time

I smile in my lifeless body

Why?

Because it’s a mask

My mask

Just wondering waiting for my line to cast

Into the abyss.

 
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