Running past the doorwell,
I refuse to stay, get away from me.
I cant remember what i said, can you tell,
I may as well, be mirrored.
It is getting me
I dont want to
Deep inside the forest, in a cocoon
I hide away, from my ghost
My feet are hurt, and it is getting me
I climb up in a tree, my command post.
It is getting me
I dont want to

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