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dusk and its demons

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i discovered
that i am my memories
all those things i thought i had forgotten
all the hate and anger i thought i had lost along this long way to some sort of a dim, difuse light...
they can break me to pieces whenever
i obbey the whims of my past
i thought the nightmares were over
that i had grown over them
that i had walked away
but all my dreams of death and terror
are still here
burried inside my brain
together with the consciousness of my nothingness
and their emerging into the days of my life
is far too painfull
cos it's been night for far too long
and i hate dusk and all its demons