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Mar 2016
My friend is known by many names,
some may love and some may hate.
To see him you cannot sleep he's with
me night and day and speaks when he
wants,some may praise and some may boo.
But he's my friend and together we may not lose
One.
Two.
Three.
Hear he comes nine on the dot and he greets
all with open arms especially I who greets him
as well, if you must know who he is, his name
is very close to me and will be told to you.
His name is...
Darkness.
For those who have felt this way before this one's for you.
Written by
Lopz  Hawaii
(Hawaii)   
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