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Sep 2011
Black
Creeping through my soul
Tainting everything as it goes
Ruining as it goes.

Despair
Is what it leaves
Never truly knowing
What could be

Loss
You meant so much
Now you're telling me
You just don't know.

Death
Must feel better
Than this sense of unwant
Your killing me from inside out.
Written by
Declan
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