How is it that I do the right thing, yet I'm showered with guilt and feel my body absorb the evil in this world?
How do you walk straight but feel like you're walking backwards in a twirl?
Am I going psycho or am I just cursed.
Because lately all I see is black and white and feel like what I'm saying is rehearsed.
It is what it is or maybe it's-
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D. Angel (Pseudonym) (
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