Darkness
The darkness surrounds me in more ways than one.
By Lost_ AlonePublished 6 years ago • 1 min read
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"Are you afraid of the dark?"
I'm not afraid of the dark that fills my room at 2 a.m. Or the shadows on the street
The darkness hides the monster under my bed and conceals the furthest corner of my room.
In the dark, the shadows embrace me it's a wonderful and mysterious place.
But I'm not afraid of the darkness of the night
I'm afraid of the darkness that creeps through the pieces of my shattered heart
The kind that everyone wants to pretend isn't there, it's the one we're all hiding.
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