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The Darkness


The Darkness is coming for me. I'm so mad and terrified; filled with hate. The Darkness wants to kill, for she is the result of wicked fate. God, all-mighty, commands, but nobody listened, FOR I STILL ENDED UP IN HER HANDS!!! The Darkness chased away the angels protecting, givning you a child defected. The Darkness can't fullfill her need; The Darkness must hurt. My crying eyes bleed and she fills them with dirt. The Darkness hits; The Darkness calls me names; goes into random fits. It's always the same. Light comes to fight The Darkness, but it never stays long. Who knew so many were heartless? What did I do so wrong? I struggle to breathe as The Darkness pulls me down. Fighting, I continue to sink. Starting to drown. The Darkness destroys the sun; her little game was fun. And she's won. Because I was saved by no one.
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