I'm sitting in a
I'm sitting in a corner
no one can find
wrapped in a shroud
of Darkness
Oh, the Darkness
my teacher
my friend
my love
he taught me many things
held me together, broken pieces all
and loved me even through
I've compared myself to shattered glass.
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