and leaves with a small piece of me.
the force that pulls me under.
that were supposed to come for me.
designed to make me insane.
below this dead calm surface.
The will to life is drifting away.
can't reach the dead calm surface.
Dreams are drowning in pain.
with some kind of delight.
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