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My Misfortune
Misfortune.
Hate.
There isn't much left to say.
You've left me with no choice, no path.
I should've done the math.
The beautiful blue sky turns black.
The singing birds fall dead.
My circle of serenity crumbled like bread.
I'm numb from all the lies you drilled inside my head.
Im wise but I'm dumb.
Do you see where I'm coming from?
A place where the birds don't sing and the sky doesn't glisten.
Where I have nobody to listen.
Instead of birds and the sun, I see drugs and guns.
All I want to do is run.
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