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Blackened Is The Soul
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| I don't belong, don't fit in, wanting to run, but nowhere to run to. I'm all alone. blackened is the soul. My life forgotten, my name erased, though the hands of time tick on, I'm lost in a world of pain. Emotionally weak, but mentally sustained, I've lost all hope for survival. Blackened is the soul. | No one cares, so why should I, fit to die in my world of sorrows. To much lost hope, so many regrets, painted red is my future. Emaculate dreams and wishfull thinking get me nowhere. I'm stuck in a land where I don't belong. Forced to live an existance, I'd rather not live, Tainted is the heart, blackened is the soul, my life. |