I wake up by the dawn light, only to regret the last night. The haze has
grown darker each day, and it leaves me in dismay. The shadows seem to cast
a darker spell over me as I go on in life, yet I still don't know what
it is, each day only grows darker, and it never stops. Even on me, black
fingernails, black tops. Such a strange world, this life of mine, a black
hole with things to stumble on, all in a line. The same thing over and over,
when I cry. Will it all end the day I die? I cover it up with my big, happy
smile, yet inside I am still depressed all the while. I wish I could just
ask a friend, when? when will it ever end?
 
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