| House full of angled mirrors
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| Navigate as forms bend shift and change
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| Stretched thin, cracked glass reflection
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| Sent back from which you once remained
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| Unable to decipher
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| Traits and facets — fun-house antics
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| Paths and shadows lead way to stagnance
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| Not so fun now, constant imbalance
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| I’m found and lost
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| Distorted and shaped
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| In vision and action we can not escape
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| I’m crawling my way back to you, my love
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| From the depths of this bottomless pit
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| Enveloped by every obstacle
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| Seeking level ground that does not exist
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| Night shades have burned down before my very eyes
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| The carnival has passed and left
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| With every empty night in my heart and soul
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| I have contended with every last breath
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| Restless hand grenade
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| With a penchant for being used
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| Complicated, albeit atrophied
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| Bearing salt for endless wounds
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| I’m crawling my way back to you, my love
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| From the depths of this bottomless pit
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| Enveloped by every obstacle
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| Seeking level ground that does not exist
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| Night shades have burned down before my very eyes
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| The carnival has passed and left
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| With every empty night in my heart and soul
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| I have vontended with every last breath |