Dark Night

It’s been black, a long time.

It’s been lonely all the time.

I’m ready, yes ready.

I’m ready to move on.

And everything has changed, I can’t tell what matters

I will find any way out of the dark.

It’s wrong.

Standing in this world of my own.

I want to get out of here.

I want to get better.

For you.

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