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existential crisis.
I'm scared of my own mind,
It runs insanely wild sometimes.
I have fallen in love with death,
Like a moth for a light speck.
O it's so overwhelming over here
My heart suffocates without a tear.
Full of woe are the voices I hear....
It runs insanely wild sometimes.
I have fallen in love with death,
Like a moth for a light speck.
O it's so overwhelming over here
My heart suffocates without a tear.
Full of woe are the voices I hear....
