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it's quiet down here, here in my sanctuary.
here the world doesn't exist, only me.
alone crafting my own thoughts,
stuck in a minor key of saddness, of misery.
stuck with past ghosts,
the ones that haunt memories
grasping tightly on dreams of what could be..
but ghosts are merely in my head,
they have no control over me.
leave it be, please, leave it be.
and it ends with a major key.