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Sometimes at night I cry "Why me?"
Dragging up memories I just want to throw into the black sea
My Courage keeps on questioning me.
Ive always known my creativity is like electricity
But my nightmares are turning it into captivity
Trapped inside my own head.
But would rather be dead than leave things unsaid
Now im praying... Try me
FIRST POST!!! :) im 19
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