As the sun goes down, burying itself deep into the west.
I struggle today, and just today, to bear the murderous unrest.
I shake my head vigorously and clasp my hands tight.
But today I just cannot overcome the dread, the fright.
Darkness prevails in this room where I scornfully lie.
And all that I can think of are different ways to die.
I am all teary-eyed, but all that I manage is to sulk.
It feels as if my soul is being auctioned in bulk.
No, this is not the way I am, this is not the usual me.
I never let the situation decide how it is going to be.
But, I see the sun go down and bury in the west.
And I remember the eve before my fourth grade English test.
I wanted him to show me again how to write that letter.
But he, my own uncle, found molesting me an option better.
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I struggle today, and just today, to bear the murderous unrest.
I shake my head vigorously and clasp my hands tight.
But today I just cannot overcome the dread, the fright.
Darkness prevails in this room where I scornfully lie.
And all that I can think of are different ways to die.
I am all teary-eyed, but all that I manage is to sulk.
It feels as if my soul is being auctioned in bulk.
No, this is not the way I am, this is not the usual me.
I never let the situation decide how it is going to be.
But, I see the sun go down and bury in the west.
And I remember the eve before my fourth grade English test.
I wanted him to show me again how to write that letter.
But he, my own uncle, found molesting me an option better.
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