It was dark beneath. I do not know why.
They promised to read me, and yet I wanted to write.
I took this darker way for me.
Thinking of the light later.
I want both reading and writing around me.
Every light has a darker behind.
I am all too tired.
I want to be dead.
They promised to read me, and yet I wanted to write.
I took this darker way for me.
Thinking of the light later.
I want both reading and writing around me.
Every light has a darker behind.
I am all too tired.
I want to be dead.
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