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Nov 2017
When the sky turned dark,  
And nighttime have finally arrived,
I will disappear.  

My soul is black,  
Full of negativity,  pessimistic.
It blend in well with the darkness,
When I camouflaged, and hide myself.
Written by
Mel
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