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  • Quiet it is as I sit alone.
    What is right and what is wrong?
    I guess I wouldn't ever know.
    I'm just here in the Gray.

    This limbo of eternity, deprecating to an ever-closer nothingness.
    Yeah that's what this is.
    Not simple.
    Its the Gray

    Stuck in an unending arena of blurred lines.
    These lines know of themselves but not each other.
    As they overlap and conjugate, I am forgotten.
    I accept what is, and what isn't.
    And how my world has changed to Gray.
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