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Death's Embrace Darkness surrounds me, Keeping me safe inside, Hiding me from the evil, Of natures wicked ride. Shadow is my friend, Whispering to me, Calling me to its depth, Where no one else can see. My face is scarred, From the beating it has took, I can not bear his laughter, Nor her saddened,pittied look. If she loves, As a mother should, Why doesn't she stop him, Instead of standing there like wood. As he beats me, then her, Our cries going unheard, By neighbors, teachers, friends, Too busy to be stirred. I succum to the darkness, Accepting its warm embrace, For only just a moment, To feel Deaths welcoming grace.
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