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Fog / Myst

and as quick as it was there its gone and it all stops

and nothing makes sense grasping at ever drifting away

landscapes where nothing is true and all is a mask

a mask death wears in the mirror staring at me

for everything to believe and ever more time to waste

because in all honestly, there is no way, life couldn't be

no, life couldn't possibly be so full to overflow, i won't

allow myself this, to be everso disappointed, more

embarrassed, what of it, and what of time to bleed

i couldn't believe more, and at the same time, less

and yet, knowing nought if i shall make it there, shall

i make it there, through and through, and will you be

will you be there, will you show, will you show me how

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