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My eyes show the blackspots, memories unknown, streams of sorrow.
Numb to the world, I retreat to the blankspace when flashbacks fill my mind.
Unconscious activity, like Jack, was an old friend,
Now my blank mind scares me,
When I'm alone am I?
Blackouts on unknown beds,
Drenched in stench of unknown sweat.
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Eerie, the only thing I donâ??t get is the line â??Unconscious activity, like Jack, was an old friendâ??, but it doesnâ??t seem to call for understanding just acceptance.
