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Every morning I put it on.
I walk outside and I am gone.
And i don't seem to mind anymore.
I can't think what it was like before I wore it all the time.
In the evening I take it off.
But there's another one underneath.
And I can't seem to find the bottom of the stack.
I might just lose my mind and neer get it back, but at least I'll get inside.
There's a feeling that I get sometimes.
It's so small that it's easy to hid.
It's like a howling voice from the distant past.
It seems I have no choice when it comes to this.
It's building up inside.
I walk outside and I am gone.
And i don't seem to mind anymore.
I can't think what it was like before I wore it all the time.
In the evening I take it off.
But there's another one underneath.
And I can't seem to find the bottom of the stack.
I might just lose my mind and neer get it back, but at least I'll get inside.
There's a feeling that I get sometimes.
It's so small that it's easy to hid.
It's like a howling voice from the distant past.
It seems I have no choice when it comes to this.
It's building up inside.