Again I’m failing to write a quiz
You say that is a disease
I only wrote my name on it and nothing more
You told me that behind my name is an empty shore
I want to be prettier than everyone else
I want the color in my eyes to be dense
I want melancholy instead of depression
And I want a wholly different perception
I want my skin to be darker on my back
I want to have a colored marker instead of black
I want my soul to be a bit cleaner
I no more want to be a sinner
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