It was me
It pulled me in and it trapped me day and night
It told me that it was my friend and that I was perfect
It made me feel comfortable but deep down i was wrecked
I knew this and did not deny, but still did not fight
Come and have fun with me, it always told
I listened, and fun I had, but short lived
It took so much out of me, none did it give
I accepted my fate, and figured I would die and not grow old
Until the light came, came in like a meteorite
It overtook, it conquered and with it I overcame
Since that light, since that day, I was never the same
It still comes, it still taunts, but day always conquers the night.
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