How it is...

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Forever on and on I never stop spinning,

with nothing but my hate in a deep dark pool of agony.

Slowly my black heart starts vanishing,

then I suddenly realize I will never break  free.

Falling through the cracks of a dark eternity,

only holding pain and paralyzing catastrophe.

To tell me who I was, who I am, closing in on me.

So certain that I can't and I won't break free.

Perhaps this is just a dream,

maybe nothing else is real but it wouldn't mean a thing

if I told you how I feel.

So I'm tired of all the pain,

all the misery inside and

I wish that I could live feeling nothing but the cold night.

~Jenna

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