soullessloss
My soul is full of Dark corners
Where Shadows like to play,
They whisper in my ear
Such horrid things to say.
But deep down, I remember,
They used to be my Friends.
When did my Darkness fail me?
When did my comfort end?
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My soul is a depressing place where things go to die. This is filled with poems that my mind and soul create.
I'm sorry.
Read at your own risk.
Good Luck.