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My Sweet Shadow

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Meandor117

Published: Sep 18, 2012

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Literature Text

My sweet shadow
You're always with me
My sweet darkness
I guess that you care
My sweet emptiness
You're the one I can turn to
My sweet shadow
You will always be there

My sweet dream
You make me sick
My sweet illusion
Lies is what I'm feed
My sweet hope
You build me up
My sweet dream
Still you do it to break me down

My sweet knife
Make me whole
My sweet blade
I want to rape my skin
My sweet dagger
I want to feel alive
My sweet knife
Please make me die

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Wrote this awhile ago, I look at many of my old poems to find inspiration in a way, but ftm it seems I have non XD Well, I started with a small sentance: My sweet shadow and kept on writing that every secound line, but I thought I should mix it up, so I in each verse, I start with one sentace, and instead of using that same sentance over and over I take in words i accositate with the last word in the top line XD If that makes any sence at all XD