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Impaired

there's a black cloud in my house and i'm screaming and dreaming on what might have been there's no sunshine within these walls and i'm crying and there's no denying i'm going to fall there's a song that plays in my lonely room and i'm screeching wailing along for i know every word there's a staleness to the air and i'm gasping breathe in, breathe out, but don't ever stop there's sticky floors in my abode and i'm trippin memories of bitter days stick to my boots there's an echo within these walls and i'm silent rubber rooms call to me come rest friend and i'm not lonely but i am a bit scared and i'm not lonely but i am slightly impaired

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