My home stays in the darkness, the black hole where the light used to shine.
There the silence grows louder.
Sending shivers of loneliness up through my spine.
The voices of those who care, erased by the darkness.
Searching for ways to save me.
Not knowing that black void, is becoming my soul.
My home stays in the darkness, the black hole where the light used to shine.
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The Other Side of the Semicolon 