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The world keeps on turning the tides keep on slipping and no matter can't fight the current. It slowly pulls me down, stripping me peice by peice. I'm looking at an undersea world frozen in time. The colors are all faded, friend and foe are there, but I am outside it all. In the corner quietly waiting for any sign of things. Out of the way, no trouble at all, I didn't mean to bother you. I'll stay out of the way, I know my place, pulled along with the flow.