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Black

fading light...slipping,
city by the sea.
souls, lost or missing,
wandering aimlessly.

what's left for me
in this place?
what's left of me
in this emptiness?
i lost my way, somewhere.
fell from the light, somewhere.
somewhere in the black.

no way out?

fucking insecureties,
i rage at my weakness.
fucking inadequacies,
i rage at my uselessness.

no way out?
fuck this all, i'll find a way out.

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