I'm walking down the path of forgotten moments
Stroking their shadows as I make my way past
Breathing in the spores of what could've been
Getting high from the endless possibilities
Until my defenses kick in and I start choking.
Then I split my hatred on those around me
Confused witnesses to my own self destruction
Infecting them with my mentality,
Amorality
Seems to be what gets them to remember me.
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