The dark

others cant stand the dark

I thrive in its depths

i let my wom eating heart snake free into a page soon to marred with ink

i watch the dark conceal my faults

i hear it whisper 

the dark is kind

the dark is queit

in the dark i am hidden for what i truly am

b r o k e n-cc.

This poem is about: 
Me

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