When it started...
It was raining and it was cold
He had this look in his eyes
I could feel the evil
I couldn't look away
I couldn't run away
It was dark...
And now...I like darkness
What had I become...??
I've been putting my pieces together
But still, is dark inside...
I've put some light
But still, is dark...
I've have forgotten...but still...
Darkness...
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