Pisces
I'm split, like the face of a Pisces
Battling it out, trying conquer the high seas
I might freeze because it's icy
Chattering teeth beneath the white mist that I breath
I tried to leave too soon
Under the glow of the moon
Thunder poured into a desolate room
It gets a bit gloom throughout a decadent doom
But still I rise above and let my truth loom
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