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I totally lost myself, which is scaring the hell out of me. Somewhere along the lines of losing myself and experimental life styles, I lost you and all that sadness that was tagging behind. I always pay in heart break. Now it's all somewhat faded to a comfortable setting. The memories are clean and fresh, but the time has been a'passing, and it's dug it's way out of the never-ending hole. It still weighs me down and nags at me when I hear your ugly songs, or the dead atmosphere you've claimed as your own in my head. The important thing is, all the sadness dug it's way though the anxiety, and I offically caught a hold of loneliness, which is a drag, but it's all rising from the ashes, and at least it's something honest and real.