The dark parts of my mind are the most comforting then the light but even then I remember how I use to chase after it and run around but it got to a point where I stop I head towards the dark more and more ignoring it if there ever was a light for me..it would of stayed but now I wonder how long it been scents I seen it I wonder how long its been for me falling deeper into my mind and the arms close holding s grip on my body but I don't fight back anymore I just let it drag me pull me into the abyss I wonder when it'll take my heart and have it out of my chest
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My Diary and Dark Poems
PoesíaUh i don't know if you can call these poems but oh well
