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The lights are igniting. The world is too loud for me to bare.
I'm often found hidden away in silence which I will come to stare
Upon shadows of diamonds, triangles and chains
And my head hurts so much for the circles leave stains
of Evidence this is not over, it will never be over when I want it to be
until they come at last when I am nothing more...they will come for me.
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