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Feb 2016
It
Is my
Darkness that
I can't defeat.
All that I can do
Is kick and scream and try
To survive. The darkness has
Taken shape as this monster with
My eyes, except it reflects sorrow
And everything I fear most in this world.
Have a good day, whoever reads this :)
Written by
Brigette Beck
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