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My darkest hour grows near,

Lonely, and desolate the hour is,

The void seems to go on forever,

This abyss that surrounds me,



Ever growing, never closing,

Expansion of my sorrow,

Continuously evolving,

Ever grasping my heart,



And I'll always be there,

Sufficating in your closet,

And you don't even care!

Time moves so slowly from me,



Think about the sun,

The warm rays you used to shine,

Falling upon me,

The halo that you despenced,



So fake now,

So little left for me,

Nothing seems to bring me back,

Dying just to hear your voice,



Even though you're so fake,

False mask that you show now!

Why can't you be real?

Not this phantom I see,



You wanna be me,

Yet I can't stand myself,

Time is moving so slow now,

You don't even no how to just be!



And I will always be there,

Locked away for later use,

And I will always be here,

Watching the dust collect,

And I won't always be there,

As time errods my senses.