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It happened again Time sits by while I watch it die My hope is gone Reborn with an understanding; This is my place This is my time, my tomb My place of rest and belonging Outside there is no place for me And I certainly do not wish to be out there Things are different in here They are not as they seem Yet they comfort Uncertainty is everywhere But I feel so confident Every step that can be made is taken Every rule that can be bent is broken Do not drag me from this place For I know now The truth is here What's that? I awake...
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