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Confessions Of The Dark Poet
Why does it hurt so bad?
Why must I hurt so much?
Why, am I, the one suffering?
But then,
I Stop!
To think...
It's not a curse.
- It's a blessing.
It's not a disease.
- It's the Cure!
For every one I look at,
there're a thousand I don't see!
My darkened mind will never change,
just as none of them see me!
The Darkness has got hold of me,
and doesn't want to let go!
And this will never happen
just as long as they don't know!
Now that I know the answer,
I no longer ask you "why?"!
Now I'm always laughing,
nevermore to cry!
Instead I give up to the night,
to lead the life of pain and cold.
To tell the tales about the dark,
that has me in its hold!
>.< Thank you Magnus Johnson for the poem >.<
~Here Is A Pic Of Me~
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See you around the fish ponds
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