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Darkness is my bestest friend.

It dances with me around my room
In silence, so my mother never hears us.

It is there whenever I need it,
Comforting me in the time it takes to blink.

It protects me in its black folds,
Hiding my eyes from all that scares me.

It is a playmate that makes faces on the wall,
Mimicking the shapes of my hands.

Darkness is all I have, but with it I
Can’t see anything else at all.

And that’s okay.

Because that’s how I see the darkness, my bestest friend.

The End

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