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Feb 2014
realizing that dark is the absence of light
there is not a dark,
yet I'm afraid
this darkness holds mysterious things,
thoughts of what it and what could be in it I fear,
this nonsense of a fear I have and can not conquer.
I run from bed to light switch,
from light switch to bed
as if touching the floor
while in the dark means something will get me.
this fear
we grow attached to as kids,
these movies and people
put these STUPID thoughts in our heads.
they never leave,
they never go.
its a scary thing.
they will never end!
Written by
White Owl  20/F/USA
(20/F/USA)   
503
   --- and Mystery Girl
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