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I was in the bedroom ,lying
In a house near Gosford Park.
The space around me was getting smaller and smaller.
Breathe, breathe...
Sofocating under the burden of you, of me.
I no longer see the beautiful in my mind.
The one that took me on voyages far away.
The one that took me to Moulin Rouge;
taste the life, le folie....
You have become the lord of the rings,
the master of my body.
The ring is a chain, pulling me down.
Fight to remember that you're free.