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The Darkest Hour
Pain is the fire that lights up my heart but I still find myself shivering in the dark.
Images of teardrops on a bathroom floor
Floods in my mind no one predicted the storm.
A mind that came with the whispers of ghosts that slander trust.
A heart that locked all its doors as it watched trust scream for sanity as it got taken, beaten, and locked up.
Lies seduced truth when they said sanity was humanity.
Images of teardrops on a bathroom floor
Floods in my mind no one predicted the storm.
A mind that came with the whispers of ghosts that slander trust.
A heart that locked all its doors as it watched trust scream for sanity as it got taken, beaten, and locked up.
Lies seduced truth when they said sanity was humanity.
Published 30th Jun 2017
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