Sometimes

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I want to see,

what it's really,

what people tell me.

The darkness calls my name,

as if this is it's game,

I want to see its claim,

it's me to blame,

because I am not tame,

my aim,

is in shame,

of what I became,

so I proclaim,

nothing will ever be the same.

I need to breath,

I need need to leave,

because I seeth.

Let me go,

don't say no,

let me be,

don't you see,

what you're doing to me?

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