Confession I should have told you
The darkness parts of me beg me put them in words.
They love the attention I give them.
They love my criea for help.
What they love the most is hope.
Hope.
Hope is something they can destroy.
Hope is something they love to chew up
But they love the most my love is something that is to far for their grimsley hands to reach.
Oh I was right to push it away.
They can't take it
They can't destroy it
They can't hurt
you.
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