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Fading into black
I always see myself laying dormant unable to stand
sitting ,hoovering in a cold dark room staring at shaking hands
wishing someone would just help me to figure out my life
looking at the shadow of my reflection to notice no one is really here.
sitting ,hoovering in a cold dark room staring at shaking hands
wishing someone would just help me to figure out my life
looking at the shadow of my reflection to notice no one is really here.
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