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the darkest night
the blackest black
my soul looks
just like that
a bottomless pit
of hopelessness
and cruelty
that's just what
fills me
i've known nothing but
i've learned nothing else
i've lost so much
there is no cure
for what ails me
there is no key
that will unlock the chains
that restrain me
the strongest sunbeam
cannot penetrate
the sheild of darkness
that surrounds me
it is something
i'd wish upon no one
it is something
i cannot run from
to say i have
something to look for
to live for
is a waste of breath
for me
but i like it better
this way
anyway

~erika boal
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