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One loved one is distant,
Another resistant.
Still, one is simply...
drifting away.
The world's become blurry,
I'm lost in the flurry.
Still, it's all sounding...
too cliche.
My mind runs too fast,
And I can't seem to grasp,
All these concepts blurring my vision.
And the snake sits and waits,
As I ponder my days.
He awaits for a strike of precision.
Another resistant.
Still, one is simply...
drifting away.
The world's become blurry,
I'm lost in the flurry.
Still, it's all sounding...
too cliche.
My mind runs too fast,
And I can't seem to grasp,
All these concepts blurring my vision.
And the snake sits and waits,
As I ponder my days.
He awaits for a strike of precision.