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"Paranoia Depressed"



Let me back into this corner
I do not wish to see it
The shadows can swallow me
These happenings around
crawling forward
creeping behind
can't escape constance
and it knows I'm here
no helping hand
nothing to speak
What was that sound
Did you hear it too
All senses are missing
described as fear
The edge lies near
In this corner
On the ground
I sit here by myself
I want to be alone
Reaching for me
If I breathe
I am lost
If I remain
I combust
They've already won







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