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Apr 2010
The Darkness grows inside of me,
And calls to my soul.
It begs me to fly to it
And lose my control.
It temps me and teases;
Tortures me so sweet,
But I won't give in to it.
I will not fall.

The freedom.
The dreaming.
The pain deep inside.
This emptiness pulls me,
But I know I must hide.

I fall to my knees now;
Struggle to stand up
Because I know if I give in
I won't come back.
The shadows deep inside
Beg me and plead,
But I turn away so that I
Will not fall.

The desire.
The Fire.
The pain deep inside.
It burns me and calls to me,
But I know I must hide

And I want to give in.
I want to be free.
The darkness allures and tempts me.
Carissa M Wyles
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Carissa M Wyles
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