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The Darkest of Dark
My bedroom windows were
Covered with dirt, no sunlight
Could reach it, making me sit
In the darkest of dark.
.
No one could help someone
Who doesn't want to be helped
And truly, I was used to the pain
Knitting a blanket of it to hide under
Not welcoming kindness, giving up
Not daring to dream, feeling useless
Until all that I knew about myself
Was the constant yearning
For my very own end.
© Madreia
Covered with dirt, no sunlight
Could reach it, making me sit
In the darkest of dark.
.
No one could help someone
Who doesn't want to be helped
And truly, I was used to the pain
Knitting a blanket of it to hide under
Not welcoming kindness, giving up
Not daring to dream, feeling useless
Until all that I knew about myself
Was the constant yearning
For my very own end.
© Madreia
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