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My Soul

I shield my soul,
from your deadly fingers,
and run away.

You somehow catch up,
and stick your fingers inside me, pulling my love out,
and sucking my happiness away.

You were sent here to bring me down,
to throw me in the dark,
to block me from light,
and it worked.

Until now,
theres a tiny crack,
thats slowly closing,
i run to it and seek sun.
The sun helps me,
the crack expands,
and you scream in pain.

I get more help,
and scream my fear out,
he hears me.

You know its all gone now,
he comes closer,
his florescent clothes killing your eyes,
he picks me up and hugs me,
and you flee to the underworld,
to go back to sorrow,
pain,
and death.





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