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2,500 days man. Thats what it took. And then back here where my skin burns. And my heart is never full. I've realized this. I see a place where the world ends. My dreams come back and forth like the tides. They show me where the world ends. And it never does. They are all just skeptics now. I will always be empty. Something will always get me down. The world doesn't end. We don't go anywhere. We are ghosts here now. I see and feel nothing. 250,000 days man.