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My Dark Nights
I used to sleep and have visions of nothingness
id dream of a place where nothing exists
just a blank canvas
waiting to be painted with thoughts
Before i wudnt dare to paint it
for it would have been filled with darkness
depression, hate, and broken dreams.
But now my canvas is begining to come to life
You've given me something to dream about again
The paint brush in my hand
slowly building up my new dreams
everynight adding more and more to it.
You gave me this gift to create my dreams
And my dreams are nearly as beautiful as you.
