No more pretender
I surrender.
What can I say,
If my mind so grey?
If my mind so dirt,
Full of hopeless and hurt?
Full of darkness and sad
And I'm deep inside mad?
What can I say?
It's a finish of May.
It's a finish of love.
No more pain,
No more snuff.
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