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In a sense and I'm lost.
Behind a foggy window
the world is blurred.
The walls are squeezing,
my mind narrowed.
ย I shout why I could describe myself.
Ideas of the last century,
in some places they are still haunted.
I'll get the priest's phone number,
and I will persecute you,
for evil is not in me.
I would buy the soul of a normal person sometimes,
but I always realize
that being normal is damn boring.
I loved the boy,
I loved the girl,
I love myself too,
and I love you...