Born to Me
The streetlight hangs above me neglected every corner has its eyes this is no place for heroes a dying breed the darkness rolls in and stays leaving me to stand and rise in its wake this town will never sleep again the voices outside, growing louder, protest my actions as clenched hands draw force against me the hotel vacancy sign next door illuminated, flickers I will not be the villain of my life.
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