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Jun 2019
he walks, never alone
for the darkness fallows
he sighs, as heavy has winds
he glances, with eyes darker then the soul
he laughs, as darkness spills
he speaks, lies swim in the ears of his listeners
he lives., slowly dying inside
he runs, trying to escape the darkness he let in
hes dead, he was never alive to begin with.
Written by
Emily  F/wondering
(F/wondering)   
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