There used to be six of us

There used to be six of us, now I’m alone
the first was pride, I sent her to hide
the second was sadness, that girl was madness, I killed her with passion
the third was insecurity, she died on her own when we hit maturity
the fourth was anger, she was a strangler, I had to strangle her
the fifth was fear, it always felt like the end was near, she had to disappear
there used to be six of us, now I’m alone
it’s me, joy

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