The Dark

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  • Published: 17 Dec 2015
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1. The Darkness

Swallowed.

Possessed.

Alone.

The darkness consumes my very soul.

What's left of it, that is.

It's been picked at. 

Torn away, piece by piece, for as long as I can remember.

The darkness reminds me of that.

Sometimes, I feel like I can forget.

Maybe I'm not empty inside.

But now, I am.

All that was left of my hope,

has been destroyed.

And now I know. 

The darkness has stolen what was once there.

My hope.

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