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| Untitled 6 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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