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Mar 2010
Sitting in the darkness,
Wanting nothing,
Needing nothing.
The emptiness surrounds me,
No light for miles,
No hope to be found.
The darkness breaks me down,
Drains my spirit,
Drains me of life.
The darkness makes me cold,
Consumes me,
Corrupts me.
Written by
Alex Caldwell
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