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Darkness
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My Own Issues I’m slipping, tripping, reversing from the here and now
The struggle to stay a surface is more desperate each day
My grip’s becoming tighter which is just pushing me farther
There is no truth to my reasons, no reasons for my truth
Afraid of what’s ahead as I fall behind
Lost in myself with every thought growing darker
Longing for the peace to stay with me as I’m getting thrown towards the edge
Seeking an answer for how to remain the same
My past is sneaking up, haunting the magnificence of now
Where do I turn when everything is jaded with darkness?
