I was dancing with the crowd,
prancing in the mud.
A smile stretched across my face—
Until it wore off;
The day I met the unknown shadow.
Ever since it clung onto my shoulder,
the days felt heavier.
As if my joy was drained.
A heavy burden grabbed me from the depths.
It won't let go no matter how hard I struggle.
My life went dull in this world of hue,
And I was left drowning in the sea of wretched agony and sorrow.
Blade and rope became my best friend;
They accompanied me through hell and high waters.
They became my saviors from these endless tears.
When I became a laughing stock to everybody,
I had no one to turn to but them.
I knew they'd save me from everyone's bullets.
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