My soft skin is covered with locust husks
My ears drums are erupting bloody pus
I watch wax wane out of the corner of the sky
I always lose nothing, because I always never try
I'm so lucky to be living in third person
I'll never get tired of not walking in my shoes
I believe my life can never worsen
I view from behind, and a shadow walks in front of you
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