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Just a small poem

When the glowing moon turns to murky shadows...
The mischevious dangerous thoughts come to life...
The silence coming alive as everything around is dusk...
Silohuettes of people all in the same boat...
When you need someone to hold...
Let all darkness turn to stone...
Find your person to call peace...
And you place to call home...
The mischevious dangerous thoughts come to life...
The silence coming alive as everything around is dusk...
Silohuettes of people all in the same boat...
When you need someone to hold...
Let all darkness turn to stone...
Find your person to call peace...
And you place to call home...
Sometimes when the people most like you don't love you, it is a hurt that can cause the greatest pain, and this pain can lead you to hate everything.
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