My fingertips yellow, my lungs black. My head cloudy from thinking these horrible thoughts, Where am I going- Where have I been? So many different people, I called them my friends. Everyone was right- You find out in the end. You hurt my feelings when I allowed them to be hurt. I knew what you were doing, I seen it all to clear. I seen and believed in your confusion. What was I thinking? I can feel it now, my mind is sinking. Nothing left to reason, your the one I blame.
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Birth sign: Capricorn
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