Ice

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By Al

Gotta wake up and start feeling But for so long nothing was so appealing Indulgence in isolation Without the slightest hesitation Looking for any kind of recognition False neutrality my only position The extinction was my only solace Thought I'd feel lighter when I felt so soulless Hauntings of a familiar past Will forever make this sick realm last Waiting to come back Hoping to snap back

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