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Feb 2018
It's dark
I can't seem to find light
I hear a voice call out
And relies it's mine
I don't hear an  answer only an echo
Then a hand reaches out to take mine
A voice says
Peace be calm it's only dark in your mind
So I thought of fire I thought of the sun
It isn't dark anymore cause dark isn't fun
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   Lizzie
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