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Brand new Again

In-between the breaths I breathe,
There’s a monster that lets himself be known
Without a face and without a name,
But within me he’s found himself a home

To him, my skins is just a suitcase
Where all his dream are made,
Leaving me a storytelling nutcase
My life, a game being played by a plague

Whisked away to a place without a name
In underneath my sky he crept,
Stopping me from making sense again
As I tread his dreadful speedy step,

Pills dissolve trying to shake his throne,
Take me to the sky let me fly
And I travel alone my friend,
And ill land underneath the sky again

underneath my sky again......

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