June 6th
I see storm I see rain
The sky is rough as this pain
Those papercut wounds dwell
As I'm falling to deepest well
Asked for mercy as I pray
I'm not used to but I cry
Thoughts keeps on torturing me
Every late night at three
Crystal clear I see it falls
You will see my dream go crawls
I'll be drown in despair
In darkness with no air
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