That night it was cold inside,
Frozen heart burning with anger.
Not able to contain it anymore,
A desire to hurt taking over.
That night it was dark inside,
Fury and hatred at their strongest.
Feeling like loosing control,
Hating so much that it hurt.
That night it was gloomy inside,
Clouds of distress floating around.
Even looming over the bruised heart,
Desperately trying to hit again.
That night it was pitch black inside,
The light of hope was at it's weakest.
The pain had taken over all the love,
And soon enough the light went off.
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Words
Poetry"Words are, in my not-so-humble opinion, our most inexhaustible source of magic. Capable of both inflicting injury, and remedying it." -Albus Dumbledore
