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I turn the lights on, but everything stays dim.

I turn blue from no air, but gasping does not help.

I should be off doing things I am not aware of.

I should move, but I don't quite know where to. 

I take off but keep moving in circles instead of

forgetting what needs to be forgotten.

I remember all the times together,

I remember a drunken haze, and you in my veins

I knew you were scared of whom I became.

I knew you expected to be disappointed.

I guess you saw me for what I was. Pity

I still don't know who you are.