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A poem written out of boredom and grief. |
I used to fear the darkness I used to light a candle to keep it at bay But now I welcome it with open arms And call it by its name I used to cry for it to go away This darkness that now lives at the port But now I long for it to stay And set traps just for sport I used to run to the light I used to carry matches in my pocket But now I set this blaze on pause And break the pretty locket |