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The Darkness In Me

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Meandor117

Published: Mar 1, 2012

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The darkness embraces me
I'm getting cold
The darkness inside of me
It's so very old

You have made it grow
It has found its way
You have made it show
And it won't go away

Those words they beat me
I'm in pain
For lies they feed me
Its in vain

I know the truth
I'm the one to blame
But my darkness within
It won't go away

I hope someone will cast a light
On my shattered heart
I hope someone will love
This monster I'm

Without light, there is no shadow
Without good, there is no bad
Without death ,we wouldn't be alive
And without hate, we wouldn't feel love

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I can't sleep, a friend of mine got me in depressing thoughs O.o And I realised that I have darkness inside my heart, and it wants to come out o.o

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