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Inhale -Fan the Flames-
Keeping my head in the fire.
Plotting my next move.
Temperature gets hotter.
Can't find my groove.
Fan the flames.
Inhale the smoke.
Slowly suffer.
Life's just a joke.
Demons on the rise.
They're in my head.
I can't get them out.
I could be dead.
Why do I live like this?
Pain and suffering as far as the
eyes can see.
When will this end?
When will they leave?
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