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Every solitary need
Comes from a chasm.
And a tunnel's running deep,
beneath these halls
All your insecurites live and breed inside them,
It's a facsinating breed that
Makes you feel alone.
And in the end there's no one left to fall.
How it began is left no clues at all.
On the road to the preparation there is
Much to lose.
You've embraced him, become complacent and now
Fear is you.
And you try to replace them,
but..
And you try to erase them,
but..
And you try to evade them,
but...
And you try to delay them,
but...
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