something i wrote in an high school english class.
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amidst the night walks one, alone.
lost, willingly ~ with hopes unknown.
my eyes are searching for that person
trying to help the one without reason.
maybe they could help me too...
my mind clouds over with midnight's dew.
alive you are without my darkness.
and here i stand weak and powerless.
why is all this coming to?
i came to help you, not to help myself.
reality is losing its appeal.
you turn around ~ careful not to reveal,
your troubles, doubts and maybe even fears.
it'll all be swept away by dawn
i'll wake up and be cold ~ alone.
while that other one will have found himself.
we traded places ~ that was my help.
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