It’s supposed to be a war between my DNA

But it almost always takes a rousing turn.
My blood must truly appreciate me, to have kept me up so long.

I suppose the elephant of doom is that in fact I don’t have angels and demons by my side I have cloaked figured imaginary memories but the problem is some wear white and some wear black and once you look forward you can never look back

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