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The darkness somehow
Invites me in

I know it's not good
But I can't help it-

I feel comfort
In the loneliness

Stability
In the despair

Belonging
In the gloom

It invites me back to when
No one expected anything from me
I didn't expect anything from myself

I could not let anybody down because I did not promise them anything.

The comfort of the emptiness
The safety of the isolation
And the familiarity of the tears

Are more appealing to me

Than fighting.

I let myself go
As the darkness reaches out
And pulls me back in.

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