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Jan 2015
Light, light...
Why do they always call me that
In the time before they leave me?

I live in dark.
I am surrounded by dark.
I am dark.

Maybe I need light,
Maybe I'm the demon and I need an angel;
I'm tired of saving fallen angels,
Maybe I'm fallen.

And I need a light to save
Me.
Almost a rant? Perhaps?
Eh.
WickedHope
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WickedHope  27/F/Not Boston, Almost Hell
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