The road is dark Forbidding I'm lost Trying to find the light To take me back home The trees are closing in on me I'm being suffocated They think they're helping They think they're doing good They think I'm happy But they're only making it worse The road I'm on is getting darker No light can trespass The sky is crashing down The weight upon my back is growing heavier I can no longer breathe.Birth sign: Scorpio
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