"I'm in love with your dark side,
Everyone tells me to stay away,
to not love you for what you did to me,
memories corrupted,
false hopefulness,
emotions destroyed,
drowning in darkness,
losing myself in each thought of you.
I never knew who you were,
because I fell in love darkness herself.
don't turn on the light,
don't bring me back from death.
don't leave me here,
don't leave me alone with death herself."
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Memories of a Distant Past
Poetrymem·o·ry ˈmem(ə)rē/ something remembered from the past; a recollection. "one of my earliest memories is of sitting on his knee"
