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The End
Shadowed in black, I sit
The dark tendons of night warping me into a monster
If there was light to see a mirror
I would not glance upon myself
Suffocated by my own thoughts
Dreaming about the one I miss
I know I will never see your face again
I wish only for a moment our skins could touch...
The wind whips through this personal hell
And lets loose sorrow from its tongue
The outside world just taunts me now
Human again, I will never become
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