I need to hear your heartbeat,
I need to know you're real,
I need to know that,
In this tragedy, I call life,
In this eternity of chaos,
You, my moment of respite are real.
For all the comfort in my life has been a mirage,
An illusion of my desperation.
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The Midnight Library
RandomHas anyone thought about how darkness brings you comfort? What many fear is what brings comfort to some. The midnight library holds a collection of poems and drabbles with a dark undertone. If you are one that seeks comfort in the dark the midnight...
