darkside
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Deep breathes, tie the sock harder around your bicep
Tears running down my frozen face
Lips red and big, bottom lip quivering
She stabs me with this cold needle
I am the moon.
My face constantly changes.
Always a mixture of light and dark, in different proportions.
Although, I have a complete dark side,
Absent of all light,
That only a rare few ever get to see.
