“Your heart is slipping,
My little baby,

You’re going a little mad inside your head,
Distributed into a thousand people,
Contradicting yourself at every step,

Is this what our mind is created for
Or are we only experiencing this for a moment?

Will this feeling go away?
These claws inside our bodies, this desperate yearning for someone to come and save us,

This ache, this void,
This anger, this control,

Our hearts are slipping,
My little baby,

And I sometimes think we are going completely manic inside our heads.”

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- Fall’s Decay