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Aversion
03:20
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Distaste for everything surrounding me. Nothing changes, I feel the same scars from my past constantly follow me. I can only hope they forget my name. No end in sight, I only see black. I can't pick myself up from off of the ground. No care about anything at all. A constant mask I wear to hide my faults. Distaste for everything surrounding me. Nothing changes, I feel the same. I can't get it right. I can't make things different. I can't grasp reality, only indifference.
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Blister
02:20
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The man in this body I can't understand. The person I was never to be found. I can't see beginnings, I look for an end. Nothing in sight, my body can't mend. The fist I neglect, I can't pull from my face. A place of comfort, I cannot relate. I'm blistered in sun. I'm frozen in cold. In between the past of what's new and what's old. I can't face the feeling I get when I'm here. Loneliness prolonging my one sense of fear. Inside of my shell I can't get enough. The rest of my years, I'll live in handcuffs. Chained to the feelings of fear and loathing. Anxious and waiting, feel naked in clothing.
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Regression
02:50
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I don't know who I should blame for this. For reeling so numb indifference towards everything. Stuck in a constant state of apathy. Reminiscent mind of happiness inside of me. My insides are bleeding. I can't help repeating the same routine as the day before. Regression and progress existing no more. Everyday is the same as the last. Reminders of things I've regretted that passed. Change isn't coming. I'm hiding yet running. I feel like a time bomb, ticking but knowing. Change isn't coming. I'm hiding, running. I'm running myself into the ground. My mind is a puzzle I can't seem to crack. The crack seems apparent but covered with wax. Unstable but working enough to assure me. Inside my own head, there's nothing that's changing.
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Cycle Of Doubt
02:41
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I didn't dig this hole just to fill it back in. Stuck in a place I don't want to be again. I'm caught in this cycle. I'm caught in a rut. Always beaten down, try to pull myself up. Uncertainty plaguing my every step. Doubt fills my head coupled with some regret. Another step forward, three more steps back. A constant reminder of the things I still lack.
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