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I'm afraid of
light
I live in dark, which
I call my home.
Everything and
everyone speaks
To me in
mubbling whispers.

I lost
My skin
I lost
My faith
I lost
Everything I
use to call me.

Everything you knew,
you killed.
All you recieve are the
broken remains.

I'm afraid of
the sunsets and light,
the new pain it might bring.

The pieces come
together to create
the new me.
The thing I
hated the most
is what I
have come to be.

I lash out
to the sound
of my voice.
My mind screams
to the rhythm
of my heart beat.

What have I come to be?
Yes, the killer beast
that has always
lied beneath me.





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