Darkness

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Your hands may be gentle

Your eyes may be kind

But lurking beneath

Is a sick twisted mind

What made you this way

What shattered your soul

What chipped you away

Made you part of no whole

You're missing some pieces

They're scattered about

You'll never find them all

of this there is no doubt

Forever broken

You'll never fit in

Because hiding beneath

Is a soul filled with darkness

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