Conscience.
The inside of my head.
Rumble with thoughts.

Breath in,
Breath out.
It remains unseen.
And the mirror which invades into the darkest,
Is lost.

It doesn't matter everyday is the same.
A dream, a blur.

What the hell is reality?
Because I have lost track of it.
For I don't know what's real anymore.

Listen!!
That Sound,
I don't remember it.

The pounding of my heart,
Still!!
For everything that is exposed,
eventually goes still.
And they hate you, because you made them love you.

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