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Recognise all fears That hit me to the ground Every time I wanted to lift up This was all a begging for A withered blame That had to outlive through me Forever drained in grey colours And every day looks the same As I tried to rip myself out of this mire It all came back to me As like it had never been gone away I am not like them But in all we're all the same The pattern returns As I stare into their pale eyes They mirror my fears I am falling It's the first time I feel real