The deeper you walk into your mind
The easier it is to get lost
In your own darkened thoughts
Fear is what you will find
Through the paths of lost memories
You discover forgotten pain
Flashbacks of olden days
Feeling all the extremities
You may see a slight connection
Though the path is endless
Shortly you’ll be lost again
And you will feel the tension


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