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That blackness;
leaves me reeling from the dull ache that never goes away.
I can focus on nothing, at the same time I can't take my mind off anything. 
If there's a point to life I missed the memo. 
If there was a torch, to shine a little, in here, I think the batteries died long ago. That blackness; leaves me reeling from the dull ache that never goes away. I can focus on nothing, at the same time I can't take my mind off anything. If there's a point to life I missed the memo. If there was a torch, to shine a little, in here, I think the batteries died long ago.
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