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I can feel myself making a descent into the darkness within me
And I am so very afraid of what I will find when I get there The cold is unbearable And so welcoming, so easy, I desperatly want it Will I cease to be the one they so love And be replaced by the one they don't know? The one they will fear The one they cannot love I struggle to keep my last grip on sanity And prepare for this Which may be my final battle If I lose, I will be lost to them forever But they will never be lost to this me Though they may be lost the her The other Inside The demon The destroyer Myself
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