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driving down the highway with nothing but my sanity barely clinging to reality staring in my vanity chasing after clarity
Here you are again my faceless mask of porcelain. You creep out from the shadows trying to coerce me once more.   I'm trying my best to keep you at bay your emotionless facade so appealing
The clash of two night blades sounds over the echoes of the abyss that surrounds them, through the cornea and to the stem, off of the lobes and down the dopamine streams ferverently running these two beings collide, rallying cries can be heard fro
Lack of all feeling or emotion This I plea listen to my notion! Impassiveness enslaves  We the crowd intoxicated, like those at a rave.   
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