Bright dark

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The moon keeps secrets
The sun will never know
The night brings out emotions
We keep hidden from the day
The dark is our comfort
When the light gets too much
We get told that having it good
Is all that really matters but
The bad isn't always the worst that there is
Sometimes it's just the thing that you need
Sometimes it's just the thing that you seek
Self pity and anger
Anxiety and sorrow
Spitting and spilling
Till emptiness do us part

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