And I can't believe this is where I've been, I feel the cold air blow across my static emotions and see the grievences that make me sick. And I can't believe that this is where I'm going, I fear the old plagues coming back to haunt my instincts. Disorder and panic become my thought patterns. Inhumane clickings and whirrings firing from bedside
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