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Poetry Dark Lights


That one person you know.
This world is full of darkness, and there are only a few pieces of light within it.
Some of those lights get extinguished, as some believe they are the only light.
Some go out because they aren't nurtured.
Some just go out.
Then there are those that stay on.
Not because they want to or need to.
They have to.

I am one of those who's lights has already gone out.
Too late for me.
Help those who still can be.
Make the world right after i'm gone.
I hide behind a mask,
and i have to lie when someone asks me how i am.
I dont have the time to tell three hundred people a day how I really am.
My last line has to be this:
"Help is coming. Just hold on."​
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