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Dark Forest
my steps fall through the darkest forest I run and try to leave it all behind But I'm tripped up with every mve I make I seek a light to feed my way But no,... It's all in vain- the woods are like a chain They sealed my lips from eating They blinded me from seeing light They tied my hands so I could never reach the outside sky They've torn the clothes I used to wear so I am cold I'm scared; I burst in tears You all are way to far away for me to reach to Only the creatures of the night can hear my striking voice But they're not here to give me hope They run through me and hunger for my blood That's gushing from my veines, it's pouring loud they soothe their thirst with it and so they kill my life away I feel my breath so weak; It's running through these clouds of darkness That rain so cruel all over me They cover me in dust, in mud They fill my hands with deadly drops Because my life is dead ...but I am still alive!
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