A Memory.

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The world I have once known 

has since become unknown. 

No longer the days of my sorrow, 

only darkness has made me its own. 

A glimpse of the world I've left

brings back the memory of the day when darkness took over 

and the world never knew what happened to me. 

My presence is no longer something the world will know, 

only a distant memory of the past 

to the few who may still recall.

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