Black Sea

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If you have ever looked in the mirror,

Not liking what you see,

You know what it's like,

To be me.

I've turned into a monster,

Something I never wanted to be.

From these reins I wish,

To finally be free.

To know what it's like,

To not be lost in a black sea.

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