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All Black
Sort my inner storm,
I think I am going crazy,
Stop my running thoughts,
Oh! They make me hazy.

Call my mumma and tell her,
I am sorry,
Pull my arms out further,
Save me from drowning.

Tell them I got lost,
In a dungeon of despair,
Covered in black frost,
Oh! Get me some air.

Destructive thoughts and disgust,
Don't tell me it's gonna be otherwise,
Don't question my lack of trust,
When you say, it's gonna be alright.

Please don't try anymore,
I have turned all black already,
I don't want to leave you sore,
I can't let my mess, destroy your steady.

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