In the end darkness is nothing but a mask
Those of us with things to hide
From which we gather shame
Retreat into said absence
And wallow in all that we have created
Life ceases and pauses itself
Trembling to continue
We forever dread our actions
And the darkness comforts us
It hides us away from the fast pace of reality
Darkness is nothing but a mask
Please tell me what you think
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what are you hiding? What have you created? What actions are you dreading?
Is good, I look too much though.
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nothing, a crappy poem, and many things over the past 19 years
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Sometimes I feel like I am hiding in the darkness. I think we all have those moments. I'm glad I read this, it flows good, and it makes me think.
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