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Crawling through a mass of people
Satisfied by my own breath
No one cares that I'm here
It smells like my own death
I have forgotten my own name
Forgotten who I am
Forgotten why I'm here.

A figure combination
Is what's left of me
Is what's left of me.

Like dust in the sand
Invisible, redundant
Like dust in the sand
Unobtrusive, ignorant.

A gaze into the mirror
Shows my dead eyes
The blaze is lapsed to the dust in the sand
My hands reach for my own face but there's just.

I realized that I am dead
I realized that all is black
I open my eyes, surrounded by white light
The path to eternity is bright
The path to eternity is bright
Crawling through a mass of people
Satisfied by my own breath
No one cares that I'm here
It smells like my own death.

Like dust in the sand
Invisible, redundant
Like dust in the sand
Unobtrusive, ignorant.

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