Dark Corner
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Complete Mon, Feb 9, 2015<5 mins
There's a dark corner in my room
It whispers to me death and doom
Hate circulates my veins
Whenever I'm sad it's entertained
Death and horror is always here
Now that the end is near
Crying away
It always stays
To me it's no foreigner
I've gotten well used to the dark corner.
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