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The Darkness Nine

Laying in bed and you think things your mind racing in the darkness just creeps in surrounding your heart every word you read is it like a stabbing pain and it just keeps getting worse because you keep subjecting yourself to it and it doesn't stop then your mind races more and more and more instead of pulling out that tiny thin little blade you write but what you write really makes you believe that death is the only answer that it is the only relief from the pain that you feel every day from the sorrow the loneliness when the thought of death can calm you that is when you know.....

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