narrowing days seem to stop before my utopic interface,
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but 5 seconds without it, ain't worth eternity.
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now here's another story; logical Function:
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"keeps me awake" awake? caffeine, it must be friend of mine.
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this body has treacherous ways, it must be replaced.
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I'm so tired, so verily tired... is it day already?
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one of many, and maybe the only fragment of reality I had in months.
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I'm tired... (I never want to wake up).
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but sleeping seems of questions.
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guess I must hit the reset button.
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and my comfortable world crumbles again,
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leaving me defenceless against the outside.
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shaken and afraid, I'm filled with remorse and disgust
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at the reflection provided by this dark mirror in front of me.
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staring back at me, laughing at me.
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wait, wait, for how long must I wait?
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until it starts again... and I'm saved.
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windows to my freedom, my life. my head hurts...
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aching a pleasant disease.
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my head hurts... aching a pleasant disease!
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brand new, my world is at last.
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Binary, Part II
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| Ion Dissonance |
