What a treacherous path we tread, though the maze that's in are head, there you think, I'm in the middle now, I just go back, but once you turn around the way is not so clear, some things wrong, some things missing, but where did it use to be, it all seemed so clear in my head that moment before, I want it back, who took it form me, it was bliss
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