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My Morning


It's burning away inside,

Trying to escape. 

All of my secrets,

All of my secrets.

I get up every morning,

The world seems boring. 

I walk to the mirror,

   I start screaming.

Looking at this face,

Looking at this face.  

In this dreary world,

All I see is pain.

So many regrets,

So many regrets. 
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