maybe years changed me, maybe years changed ''it''...
but the feelings never did...
did just change ''it''?...
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black is the color I feel inside,
''it'' brings the pain in bones I cannot hide...
again, I swallow all my pride...
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then an ''Angel'' came to me one night,
and tried to pull me back...
I had to refuse the offer, I'd rather stay black...
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