Walking down the street,
its late at night.
Everything is a blur
and its fading
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The Feeling
Walking down the street,
its late at night.
Everything is a blur
and its fading
The weather becomes bi polar to me
i could barely see.
all there is, are lights to come
passing but not hitting me
I finally arrive
feeling sick of all kind
I go to sleep, but for me
the trip is not over yet