This is no fairy tale,
I will have no happy ending.
I can't begin to tell you about the things I've thought,
the things I've imagines,
the things I've dreamed about.

There's a black flame burning within me,
engulfing what little good-strength I have left.

There's so many emotions in me right now,
all I ask is for the to stop,
or for me to change,
so that they no longer matter. .

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