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skin. Reflections that hurt you. It lets the darkness come crashing in. Keep your eyes peeled for any sign of life. Still waking up late. Even full moons seem so dim. Sleep alone again tonight. Reflection wouldnt show this mess youre in. (Cant fucking sleep.) Computers going to shed some light tonight. Snow bright eye burn and headache high. Up all night looking and still no first kiss. It grabs the synapse: Smokers delight. Its not right. No, this cant be right and I dont think I like the signs. Breath for you. After all Ive heard about you, what do you expect me to do? This paradise always seems to be old boards and fucking nails. Just passing the time. Its sad but sometimes I picture you passing away. Bringing you down