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Why do I feel like I’m hurting myself? Why do I feel like I’m damaging myself? I can’t get out. Even this could be the calm before the storm. I chose this and now I’ve got so much to lose. I can’t get out.
Did you choose me or did I choose you? From what I’ve seen, no friend hangs around. Except you, when you going to go and leave me behind. I’m waiting, just waiting. Hello you, I haven’t seen you before. Just don’t get too close. I’m just waiting.
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