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3 a.m. still I'm staring At the blank screen Part of me waits for this to be over Doesn't want to get older. Grey is the color of loathing Often when I choose an ocean I hope to drown to be the last one found. But I am too young to die, Too young to go blind, Just old enough to lose my mind. Supposed to be flexible But if I fall for you, It'll last forever. Myths in real life My kind, my truth. In my head many dead Telling me where to head, Healing me through causing pain, Stealing dreams and telling tales. Live. Never bet on maybe. Me, walls, them, Fill the blanks with hatred. In the light that you adore See you fade in just one blow, In the dark that you ignored Lives the story yet untold. Free xxxrentacion nf type beat sad piano "Isolated"

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