It's dark, but you can see.
You're alone, but it's not lonely.
You're cornered, but nothing is chasing you.
It's scary, but that is nothing new.
Here is where the truth begins to bend,
Here is where the honesty ends.
Nov 13, 2012
Nov 13, 2012 at 11:33 PM UTC
It's dark, but you can see.
You're alone, but it's not lonely.
You're cornered, but nothing is chasing you.
It's scary, but that is nothing new.
Here is where the truth begins to bend,
Here is where the honesty ends.
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