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All these roads remain unseen All these hands remain unclean All these travels are to be All these journeys flee the scene I find myself here again Don't mourn for me, already damned All these streetlights flicker off All these trips without a stop All these memory still-frames All these injuries sustained I find myself here again Don’t mourn for me, already damned All these buildings: abandoned All these structures: still standing Needle takes me from consciousness Downward-spiral reality Forgetting all my callousness Chaos in my soliloquy This place forsaken but I remain

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