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Don't take my meaning to mean anything
its my love for myself in its own life form surviving
I could sit down and feel what i'm thinking
its a rare skill because I've died and still living.
No one knows but this is a funeral feeling
mixed with the smile of your best friend spiritually
This is the world presented at its saddest moment
with the possibility of happiness after all dealing
with your self as the only opponent.
So yea i understand
but i take all day to fight my demon
its not a serious problem
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