( i made this when i was being bullied its a really old poem so excuse it if it doesn't make sense)
Consumed by the dark
With emotions that have no spark
Sitting on a chair
Staring at the world of unfair
There I stares at the mirror of despair
Shadows formed by that of a storm
The light is what I most fright
Violence is the way of the trident
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