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Kala Naida Jun 2013
The darkness inside
filled with hatred and pain
leaks through my scars.

The darkness
is a curse
forged in blood.

The dakness kills
burns withen
and clutches my heart.

The darkness
is a death wish
layed down by abuse.
I think my poem needs work what do you think?

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