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THOSE WERE THE DAYS
The killing of my own creativity, nothing to get something, nothing to get inspired from.
I regret it. I regret everything that my past holds. My mind is nothing but remnants of past regrets.
My mind is invaded by the cruel, cruel thoughts. My mind is blank and my hands can no longer move.
Help me.
Help me make this world our own canvas again.
Raise your fist,
So we can shape this world
Our own
W i l l
The killing of my own creativity, nothing to get something, nothing to get inspired from.
I regret it. I regret everything that my past holds. My mind is nothing but remnants of past regrets.
My mind is invaded by the cruel, cruel thoughts. My mind is blank and my hands can no longer move.
Help me.
Help me make this world our own canvas again.
Raise your fist,
So we can shape this world
Our own
W i l l
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