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slowly losing the plot
youre losing me
i am just slowly accumulating ghosts
Losing touch with childhood
the light slowly fading outside has become insignificant
losing proposition
the one single thing I regret losing the most
Losing ground by moving forward
Losing some of your fears, losing some of yourself
Losing My Edge
The color of the universe is beige
Losing things
Setting your pencil down, and immediately losing it
I just don't need help losing things; I'm good enough at that on my own
losing touch
On Losing Oneself
Losing your mind a little each time
Saving face, losing time, staring off into an alternate reality
plot line
oh ever so slowly
losing your marbles
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