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Too much time being lost. Too much time stuck in the past, so many and different pasts. How can it be so heavy? It's all over. Some day I lost myself and never got me back, I swear. It's never fixed, nothing's fixed again. I can be in some other part of the world, and I'm still the same. I don't care about what's around me. I feel empty and I'm emotional. I don't think that everything's amazing and seems like there's nothing new for my eyes. I don't know what I want, I know what I wanted. I know that I'm not being me anymore, but I still love skins.