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Written on one bad night,this poem describes how you feel in your darkest hour. |
| Closed my heart Grabbed at death, bleeding Hope decays Hatred, completely seething The ways to end life, so many And shun people out without thinking Black widows creeping up and down your spine Death, how devine Wake up from your nightmare See the outside Hope rejuvinated life again, no longer seperated your soul no longer gated welcome home. |