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Euphoria whispered one more time
Colors of despair clashed unto the sound of laughter
I stand in between the imaginary and reality barrier
This is where I truly belong

In the highs of the loneliest people
In the smiles of the toxic ones
Inside every scars of the happy crowd
This is why my insanity becomes proud

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