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Nov 21
My dreams are turning dark
There is no way to come back
I'm ready to give up
The Reaper waits with open arms

They don't care to see the signs
I was always in the back
My whole life I've felt left out
By the ones I cared about

Now I'm digging my own grave
It gets deeper every day
Every tear that I've had shed
Carved a river in my head

I swim in them every night
Like a fish without a thought
It is easier to go back
Then to move on with my life
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