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Overthinking is a sickness hopeful that you'll get this Hope it reaches you And your death doesn't dismiss it Flask full of some liquid Eyes fixed on a misfit I can hear footsteps from Someone in the distance And they call your name as you sink and fall into your grave Optimistic is this witness Life too short to risk it You've got the potential To make better decisions I thought i could ditch this Skin suit from existence Ascend to higher realms In a search for more consistence And then i saw nothing And fought until God caved