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The Dark
Eleven years old, lost in the dark.
Wrapped in sickness,
Trapped inside my body, this body,
Crying tears of sweat and blood.
I am burning, burning, burning away,
The flesh melting from my bones, -
A Reverse Poem
I know the truth
Nothing matters
In the end
And I don’t believe that
Things happen for a reason
I know
That it doesn’t matter what I do
So I won’t pretend
That I have some greater destiny