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My days are dark as night, Feelings black, joy out of sight, Words spoken so hastily, Creating such hurt within me. Consumed by utter despair, Heart and soul, beyond repair, Silly misunderstanding, Caused a fatal crash landing. Hiding in a deep, dark hole Is where you will find my soul, Desolate as it can be, No peep of light can I see, Left alone, only to cry, Too tired and worn out to try, Hiding in a deep, dark hole, Is where you will find my soul.
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