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He used to love her,
he used to hug her,
he used to hold her hand.

She thought they'd be together,
she thought they'd last forever,
she thought they'd stand the test of time.

Now he can't recognize her face,
Maybe she was only taking somebody else's place.
                                                                      -S. B.

Secrets

Sometimes we get sad about things.
And we don't like to tell.
Sometimes we like to keep them secret.

Sometimes we are sad
And we don't really know why
So we say that we aren't sad
But we really are.

My secrets are in a safe box.

I threw away the key.
                                       

Welcome

I've always wondered a lot,but I recently read somewhere that overthinking can literally make you insane,and can cause a mental breakdown, and I definitely do not want that happening to me, so I've decided to let it all out.
         I was going to name this the darkness within, cos there's a little bit of darkness in all of us (whether you choose to acknowledge it or not is another issue entirely) But now, 'darkness' doesnt seem obscure enough; it sounds like something that goes away when a light is turned on.
    Ergo, The Blackness Within