Reflections
There seems to me,
within this place I dwell,
This darkness of my mind,
my everlasting Hell.
My thoughts are of the past,
of when I was but young.
The slaughter of my youth,
the binding of my tongue.
My lessons of life are done.
And now I know it's true.
My darkness is all but gone,
and it's all because of you.
by Vandel
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