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| i sit alone, and feel the dark- ness as it closes in. i cannot find the courage to fight, rather than to give in. i feel the cold of others fear, adding onto mine. i sit alone, within the dark, trying to make a rhyme. the darkness comes, and brings the fear, which brings with it the cold. i sit alone, and feel within the fear from times of old. i feel this fear, within my heart, within my very soul. and yet, i cannot fight it, with weapons, oh so, bold. i know within my heart of hearts, this fear is not my own. yet, knowing this, i cannot help but give a hopeless moan. my fear is here; and here it stays, through dark and light of day. for i know not the method for sending it away. |
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