Me, myself, and I
Dark hole,
Dripping with blood,
Something moves in the shadow.
It’s my real self.
Shady and alone I wonder,
In the dark hole,
Forever I must be in isolation.
I never fit in,
Till the day I met him.
He pulled me out of the hole,
And into the light of the real world.
I no longer wonder aimlessly about.
I have a purpose,
And that purpose is life.
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