It is dark,or people say it is.Iwould never know what dark is,
Nothing makes sense,
Everything is what they call dark,
But I wouldn't know,
Because I messed up,
And know I pay.
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Dark poems and Short stories
RandomJust a bunch of poems and short stories I write sometimes
Dark
It is dark,or people say it is.Iwould never know what dark is,
Nothing makes sense,
Everything is what they call dark,
But I wouldn't know,
Because I messed up,
And know I pay.
