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There's pieces in the hallway. are your lights on. are your thoughts dim. but I. I don't have the time. to say. fading in obscurity. don't know if I'll talk again. challenging aggression. but I'm fading fast. spitting untouched thoughts. but I. I don't have the time. to say. fading in obscurity. don't know if I'll talk again. it's starting to make sense to me. I'm hearing things. so I won't have to prove something