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Different levels, different creatures
Objects of shame and regret
We stain ourselves
Then try to forget
My eyes have seen the blinding and the fading lights
I don't bother to put up a fight
I still allow the mist to trail down my cheeks like tears
Fogged
Blinded, but I did it to myself
I am ashamed of the things I had gotten into
Can't stay above this
Couldn't care to swim
But it just so happens that I like the taste of what I'm drowning in
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