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I lost my mind...
Thinking that I would be fine.
But I'm not...

That was a lie.
Maybe I'm a pretense —
Just a pretty face in their eyes.

But they don't know how I really feel.
Of course, they wouldn't...
I'm just a disappointment,
a humble disgrace.

My eyes are swollen —
Cheeks tear-stained.
Have my tears finally dried up?

Maybe I'll wither away in sadness...
My only escape from all this tragic,
unstable madness.

Truth is I don't know when,
nobody knows —
Nobody knows when their life will end.

They say that makes life precious...
But —
It's time that is most precious...

Because we can't watch time —
Every second, every minute, every hour,
is running out.

And we will never be able to restore...
What was lost ~

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