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Finger print and claws on your wall
The door is near but in minds its far 
Your voice won't let out that call 
Telephone ring thinking its a stall 

Darkness dull the night with bloody moon 
With no more space in your room
It's that feeling of being doom 
You feel like your time is soon

Regrets and flashback fills your mind 
Thinking back to the good old time 
Where everything was going fine
You didn't had to worry about a dine 
Your life was in all direction like vine 
Now it pains you to walk that straight line

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