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I? Sure...

I'm Seeing Shadows That Don't Exist.

I'm Bitting My Nails For No Reason.

I'm Nervous And My Life -I Think- Is Perfect.

I Stroll Along My Room Trying To Find A Reason.

I Smoke And I Don't Feel The Smoke.

I Listen To Music And I Can't Tell What They Are Saying.

I Trap My Self In A Exluded Place; As Not To Mess Up Or Bother.

I'm Dying Inside But The Outside haven't Realised Yet.

It's Just A Matter Of Time Until I Become A Flesh-And-Boned Ghost.