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It's midnight as I'm wide awake, thinking of my worst mistake, my neck is sore, my bones still ache, a shiver causes me to shake.
A sudden whisper soothes my spine, causing me to look behind, darkness dimming, then a light, it blinds my pain, it feels just right.
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Dark Pages: Poetic Justice
Poesía[Dark Poetry] There's always a dark side to things.
