Breathing down my neck

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• he grew as I turned away, I looked back and he turned ashen gray

• black out, breathe in, create a symphony, then believe again

• it was harder to write being the way I am then the way I was

• couldn't the world just go on without people to ruin it

• a new dawn , a new day, a new crisis, a new delay , a new fake person made of clay

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