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Stuck in my head I can't sleep, night terrors bring entities I don't understand what they want from me Just let me be I just want to be okay Is it my fault I opened that gate
All these materials glitter through my name, This is why I never intended to seek any fame,  A labradorite of meaning always held my glory,  And I never used my connotation to create a story, 
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