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Oct 2013
My Darkest Hour*

My darkest hour never ends
The hands refuse to meet
Surrounded by silent shadows
Lurking in the street

The twisted, winding maze
Is shrouded in a haze  
Cannot escape my head
Thoughts alone cannot be said

The Sun will surely rise
Six marks dark's demise
I cannot take anymore lies
I surely hope he isn't late

My friends have left me lonely
They’ve stranded me at sea
I’m drifting in the current
Hopeless as could be

I’m out of flares and no one cares
They wouldn’t come even if they saw
Jones has won as he has all
And I’ve been crushed between his jaws
Written by
Oliver Charles
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   Jennifer Freya and ---
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