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Relapse
I dont know what to do anymore
All these hallways are swallowing me up
and I've no way to stop them
but my feeble hands
Your faces greet and smile at me but
I cannot seem to mold a smile back
I found it again and now my skin aches
for its sweet, painful touch
All these hallways are swallowing me up
and I've no way to stop them
but my feeble hands
Your faces greet and smile at me but
I cannot seem to mold a smile back
I found it again and now my skin aches
for its sweet, painful touch
Published 18th Nov 2014
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