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~Dark Places~

Sitting in a pitch black room,
I sit on my bed and cry.
At times I wish I were in a tomb.
Why’d you leave me here to die?

The sun will rise and the sun will set,
Bringing forth another black day.
My life, I feel, is just a bet.
Nothing goes my way.

I have failed my friends,
And my family too.
My decision always depends,
On the support given by you.

You’re there for me,
To help me through.
Now I can see,
A friendship so true.

Someone does care.
I don’t need to worry.
They’ll always be there.
My life, no need to bury.

Written by: Stevi Balsamo

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