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Rated: 13+ · Poetry · Emotional · #2102759
For those that suffer, they will know. For others, this is what it is like.
I created him.
Small and mild
A companion.

He grew.
Now great and dark
He drove others away.

He built my dungeon
And threw me in.
Now I live there.

His companion.
He cannot exist without me
He lets me see light.

So the darkness is worse.
Each time the dungeon gets deeper.
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