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 Mar 2019 ItxNotTrixh
Mia Mehnaz
Tick. Tock. Tick. Tock.
The darkness, oh, the darkness.
The velvety feel of the darkness,
The sinister songs of heavy and crackling silence,
-that bathe in the darkness.
Enwrapping me in a loving embrace,
The darkness
Stealing my sleep, plaguing me with memories,
The darkness
Keeper of my secrets and sorrows,
Pulling me in,
Wiping my tears,
The darkness.
Oh, the darkness.
Mon chéri,
The darkness.
Mi amor,
The darkness.
My muse, my friend, my companion.
The darkness,
Oh, the darkness.
I have struggled immensely with sleep for almost a year now; I tend to still, find peace in staring into nothingness. Like maybe one day, the nothingness can become something MORE, something better. Anyhow, enough of me. Enjoy, and leave your thoughts below ❤️
Her skin was the paper
Her blood was the paint
She took the razor
That once made her faint
And wrote his name
She is gone because
Of him
And
He feels no shame
He said " I think I'm falling in love with you."

I said " I fell in love with you many months ago but now I'm falling out of love."
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