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Black Hole

July 17, 2017
By Anonymous

In my mind
There's this thing;
I like to call it the
Black hole.

It's called the black hole
Due to the darkness
That comes after
Being pulled in.

Once drawn in
It's hard to get out.

It give me
Pretty thoughts
About how my
Beauty
May soon start to rot.

Flowers cover
What used to be me.

When the black hole
Isn't there,
It lingers behind shadows.
Until next time,
Comforting me.

The black hole
Is always welcome,
Even when I don't
Want it to be.

It's my not-so-safe-haven
In my world of misery.


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