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A deep void of inky blackness with a area
lit so dim only my self can fit in this light
so grim in the darkness the wispering huants me
but fear i do not show for if i did the demons will come for me
i sit there reciteing long lost words wishing i made life worth more
then simply siting there dreaming of love and passion
the sorrow consumes me deep within my heart implores me to search for the dreams i made so long ago
when love was real held true with cupids seal togther forever me and misery

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