Turn it black;;

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You look at me like i'm some
Some of art;
You look at me like i'm the brightest
Star; brightest planet;
You look at me like i'm the only one.
Yet; you think;
You act like i'm
One of your territory;
Like i'm nothing but a girl that
You own;
I'm sick of being a puppet;
Sick of being someone's toy.
How sad though that when I first laid my eyes on you;
I thought; i just thought that
You'll be a different fish.
A fish from a rotten sea,
That still manage to survive
And conquer the world;
But how pathetic am I
Because it turns out that
You're the one who cause
The sea to turn it black.

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