The Dark

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Somewhat poems

Theres a light blub

         But no switch

Being alone is inevatable

         There are humans but no people

Common grounds are nothing to me.

         You tell us what you want to tell us..

How do i really feel?

          Like a burned out light bulb with no switch.




Author's Notes/Comments: 

Wednesday, January the 23rd

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