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It's like a black out i'm far too used to feeling. A little time that just doesn't exist. One of those nights where you swear it was fun, but deep down you're not sure. Shit moved by so fast, you have no clue what you've done.
It's just one of those nights.
It's like the day following a sleepless night. A time when nothing truely exists. One of those days where you swear something's not real, but you question it the whole time. Shit starts taking shape, shadows seem to dance and you wonder what you've done.
It's just one of those days.
It's like the thing that finally hits. The time and place when you cease to exist. One of those things you swear will never come, but in your heart you've been preparing all along. Shit. That's it, that's all we've lived for now. But thinking back not sure where you went wrong.
It's just one of those things.
Just one of those things.
