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days overrun with haze, its like a record on repeat, 
its filling me up, engulfing every part of me.

the worst is the unknown, or so they say, 
but id give anything to know, the end of my days.

i hate not knowing how my future will go, 
i hate not having an early screening to this show.

this show i live everyday and the one that people see, 
but they dont know what all goes on behind the scenes,

i guess no one knows what their future holds, 
but gosh not knowing makes my knees fold.







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