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Death takes you by surprise
You didn’t hope to realize that we are fragile and this life isn’t eternal
Let me jot that in my journal.
Let’s hope it sticks, just like this mix.
My brain is in a state that I can't even begin to explain
for everything is in black and white
and is moving backwards at three times its usual rate
causing every bit of what I do to never be in the right.
