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Apr 2017
There's a cold, dark place
In the back of my room
It speaks to me
And says I'm coming for you

I lie in my bed
In a uncanny position
My eyes are open
Hoping and wishing

That one day,
My dream will come true
That I don't have to be here
With a hue of blue

The darkness keeps talking
I'm going to die
All I can do,
Is lie and cry

As the darkness comes closer
It takes me in
It felt like my soul was comforted
As it soothes my skin

As the answer was always there
I just had threw it away
Now the darkness corrupted me
And I won't be here for another day.
Eternal Dreams
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Eternal Dreams  18/M/Death bed
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