Inside Me
I come so close to, become - Why all the sorrow, if you do not wollow, when you are gone - Do i betray the weak, then you must weap - I carry my darkness, you will not hear me cry - I burry my sadness alone, with pride - I walked many, the grey ally - I never fear, as death strolls behind me - My shadow, she helps me, along - I trust no one, especially the one, which borrows and plant the demon seeds inside, Me.
poem by Unic Cjonr
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