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Sometimes I want towalk into the darknessand let it bathe mein nightfall and…
It’s hard for me to walk into the smoldering fire,when I already know what the burn feels like.But…
Some of ushave becomemonsters
The dark corners,are startingto feel,comfortable
In trenches,or in wellsdeep
Knock-Knockwho is there?
My mind takes flightescorted intomidnight I am tattered edges battered bruises and…
Overcast, like my outlookdark clouds with a sliver of hopethat light behind the darknessthat makes…