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Once you let the darkness in, It doesn’t come out, Like a parasite, It sits, It waits, It feeds. Feeds on chaos, Strife, Feeds on lost dreams and Unrequited love. It builds an army. It protects its soul From the enemy that is the light.
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Sep 11, 2015
Sep 11, 2015 at 6:36 PM UTC
Nyctophilia
Once you let the darkness in, It doesn’t come out, Like a parasite, It sits, It waits, It feeds. Feeds on chaos, Strife, Feeds on lost dreams and Unrequited love. It builds an army. It protects its soul From the enemy that is the light.
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Sep 11, 2015
Sep 11, 2015 at 6:36 PM UTC
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