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i'm getting so lost. forgetting what's mine isn't right. and what was mine aint completely the fight i've been hunting for. collecting dreams like it was two coins on a stale floor. correcting pleases and thank yous like it was a part of my past. projecting doubts like it was yesterday's faults. but then i remembered, only singular lines. paints pictures of form fitting sighs. only you can get, only get lost into infinity all over again.