May I feel your presence in the darkest hours, when lingers deep within the shadows the dark essence of our world. Taunting, teasing, calling into slumber the whispers of need. I am a child as twilight falls upon us, lost in an adult world i scream from my core that I am alone my core screams back stand tall upon your throne. But I am a child and the shadows call me in. But I am a child and darkness begs my attendance. But I am a child. But I know only the emptiness of survival. So I sit alongside my inner child and placade her weeping tears and sooth away all fear. For I am the adult, for I am the child. For I am the child and i am the adult.
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