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Jan 3
White clothes binds
White, white is the oppisite of my mind
Medicine they say,
Poison my body said

Didn't wish for my position,
Help is what I need
From the darkness inside

Assigned in a war that
Mouth is the spear,
Eyes is the laser
And emotion is the shield
A fight of strenght,
Physically or menatally,
Weak or strong
Have no fight in the darkness within,
That slowly *****
The light you gave to me
I tried .-.
Written by
eriya  16/F/spiritland
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