Sometimes I feel as if I've forgotten something.
Something important...and I sit here and try to figure it out.
But I am expert on pushing problems to the back of my mind
so I can smile as if nothing was wrong.
But all the while the problem festers in the attic of my cranium.
Hell, I might as well keep pushing them back further into dusty corners.
It's all the same. The death of my soul, little by little, draws nearer.
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