Looking for a shinny something inside of me,
but all I get instead is the darkest darkness.
I'm the night looking for the day.
I'm the moon trying to shinne like the sun does.
I'm just a fraud,
all in me is fake.
Pulvis et umbra sum
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Darkness
PoetryIt's all about when I started to know myself and I realized I hate all of it. I looked for light and I found no more than darkness. I tried to help and I failed. I did everything I could but it was useless. Now I can only sit down, look around and w...
