壓力與程式碼在不安律動中的抽象波紋

I hear each secret call my name, Echoes in rust, Gasoline rain. All of the times I took the blame, Built me a mask I couldn’t take. Pressure in waves, It starts to swell, Heartbeat in code, Cold carousel. If I erupt, If I rebel, Will I be free or just unwell?

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