Lost in a Persona III
No will to do what's right.
Every sense to know it's wrong.
Flying high, or crashing yet surviving.
Till the final memory's gone.
Till the aching and quaking stops.
Till the numbness is spread.
Feeling fear, dismay, and shock.
Till I am finally....
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