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I found myself drowning in imperfections
Holding my heart as its beats slipped away
Crying on the floor mistaken for somebody else
Battling death as all eyes glanced without hesitations
To them their problems were soon to disappear
I pulled their knife off my chest and painted the floor
My eyes shut and so my motions rested
All my footsteps dried as i've reached the end.