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F.O.A.D.
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B.P.D. looking through misty glass
with shaded eyes and a tainted heart
cold and smooth
i fall into a pool of my own thoughts
the murky water blinds logic
the chill feels like a welcome death
i am helpless
forced upstream by my own wrong
and i've pushed away anyone who could help me
i am devoured
lost
gleaming bright in the light of the moon
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