Dark Night
It’s been black, a long time.
It’s been lonely all the time.
I’m ready, yes ready.
I’m ready to move on.
And everything has changed, I can’t tell what matters
I will find any way out of the dark.
It’s wrong.
Standing in this world of my own.
I want to get out of here.
I want to get better.
For you.
This poem is about:
Me
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