tragic love

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I am quiet and quite emotional, many used to say I was really antisocial. I have limped, kicked and crawled from the at school threats, nobody knows my darkest secrets.  
The light grows dim; Darkness surrounds me. I gasp for breath. This desperate feeling overwhelms me.
You are the green and I am the black That make up the northern lights. The light and the dark together; The most beautiful of the sky's sights.
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