Black dress, pressed tight against my chest, it is a threat, but i need to look my best
Black veil plays merry go round with my neck, I stand on a deck while I am slowly losing my precious breaths
Black dress makes my head unbearably heavy, my breaths are too shallow, my eyes are dry and weary
but my eyes manage to still look dreary and I can still hear the faint murmurs of what is inside my chest
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