Darkness
More darkness
And you feel lost
Hopelessness
No one is there
You are your best friend
You walk outside
2 am at Paradise Street
Snowing in October
And go inside
You wake up on an empty floor
5 years later
You walk into the same house
2 am at Paradise Street
You leave saying
Sorry I survived
I wonder how you new folks are doing.
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