The Midnight Library

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I am sorrow, I am misery 

I am all the things dark

I didn't ask to be this way 

I am all that's left of a once hopeful child whose eyes twinkled with the ignorance of bliss

A child that hoped to see the day has now befriended darkness.

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Please don't cry for something as broken as me

I cannot wipe those tears

For my hands are covered in crimson red, a red so deep it will suffocate you.