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Written last year...

You watch intently as I

Linger in the back,

Wondering if I can

Still trust anyone.

 

My hair falls

Down in front

Of my face.

I stop you

Before you

Could move it.

 

I couldn't bare

It if you saw me

Crying...

 

So I shut myself

Away, and remain

A prisoner of the

Darkness...