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DarkHorse::NightMare   This is the space between my eyes This is the slowly rising tide Hear the voices in my head Listen, don't listen
I must have asked myself a hundred times If this was going to work and I must admit that Hope was keeping me company, but then I should have known better. I should have been wiser, but I learned.
  Oh Icarus,Look at your broken form;You tried so hardTo be a god,But they clipped your wingsAnd spit on your pride,Oh Icarus,Tell me,How does it feel to beMortal now?  
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