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Jan 2021
It's pitch black
Darkness eats away
Gnawing at my worries
It crawls up my skin
Picking at my blemishes
It fills my mind creating hopelessness
Darkness flows through my veins
It's getting dark,
in this little heart of mine
I was listening to Demons by imagine Dragons when I wrote this
Written by
Lake  15/F
     --- and Beau Donner
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