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Darkness is ever near, it’s become everything I fear.

Grasping onto life, but my hands grabbing for a knife.

Loneliness and all my sorrow, searching for tomorrow.

Emptiness there’s nothing left, I try to take another breath.

Who will win in this war, I hope for nothing, nothing more.

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janipeaches

Its got some good wording. I like the flow

Sarah.H_13

Thank you!

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