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Black this husk shows clear
midnight embers I hold dear
colored by unending fear
beads of tar become my tear
darkness wraps around my soul
using pitch to fill this hole
perhaps regaining some control
over a heart thats made of coal
shadow viels my tarnished eyes
a velvet blanket muffles cries
and nothing heard as nature tries
before my ears the birdsong dies
Please take this Darkness I dispise
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Holding onto anger is like grasping a hot coal with the intent of throwing it at someone else; you are the one who gets burned. - Buddha
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