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The actual things behind the stories and behind the lyrics had a lot to do with_I hate saying depression, but there was a really rough patch in my head and really difficult time and I didn__ know why_A lot of the ghosts that appeared in the record is a metaphor for that depression at that time in my head and all the things going on in it. It__ mainly about that, and there__ little things here and there about certain people.
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The actual things behind the stories and behind the lyrics had a lot to do with_I hate saying depression, but there was a really rough patch in my head and really difficult time and I didn__ know why_A lot of the ghosts that appeared in the record is a metaphor for that depression at that time in my head and all the things going on in it. It__ mainly about that, and there__ little things here and there about certain people.

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