Darkness.
Darkness is my brightest place.
Darkness is my room of happiness.
Darkness used to be my hiding space.
My color is black.
Life's color is black..
..in a poetic way.
What makes it poetic? Love.
Love showed me light. Love introduced me white.
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Written by intenshified
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Blinded
General Fiction(Completed 01312017) For the past years, she lived her life in the cold darkness keeping herself from the danger and cruelty of the light. Along her journey, she'll met a very persuasive and playful man who played with her using the piano piece of h...
