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Carthasis and sneezing
I'm breathing, I'm breathing easy today

Antihistamines and MDMA
I'm doing okay

I'm scared of ending back where I started
I always end up waking up in this room

I stopped bothering to flip over the calendar pages
Showa 58

The forever winter has passed
Spring is here

The hibernating heart awakes from the memory pod
Looks like my vacation is over

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