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Restless daydreams are becoming a permanent affliction.
I bring it upon myself.
Strife and angst are the outlets for my hypocrisy.
Night and day have ceased to exist.
The blacks and whites have melted into shades of gray.
Wracking my brain and sacking my dreams,
I'm just trying to figure out if there's a meaning after all.
My mind, with it's twists and turns, will be my downfall.
I bring it upon myself.
Strife and angst are the outlets for my hypocrisy.
Night and day have ceased to exist.
The blacks and whites have melted into shades of gray.
Wracking my brain and sacking my dreams,
I'm just trying to figure out if there's a meaning after all.
My mind, with it's twists and turns, will be my downfall.