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Looking in the dark Breathing in the dead Settling in the abayss Being normal Running from the sun Fighting the light IT wants to save me I rather fight IT's nice I'm not
They say you are who you are And the world does not make you You are who you want to be You are what you're good at You are you -- and no one else Bullshit You parents mold you like clay
I stay up late each night Dashing through school tasks Being distracted now and then A tempting pull To abandon the path I always comply Because my will is always overpowered
The chill hurtles towards you Slicing your body Dissolving you into nothing but hard, hard ice It strips you off everything you have ever had And leaves you with nothing but Black gloves of ice on your hands
society is so concered with the way we look to everyone external the only peace of mind is the piece when you're all nocturnal. we waste our time trying to find mary in a can of beans, 
i just wasted all of my life savings on a tv trying to get back in touch with reality mind numbing complexions,  mind dumbing corrections drama & suicide, life is defied the whole world is...  
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