| http://www.w3.org/ns/prov#value | - The DarknessI sit on this swing and wait,for my black monster to come around.I want to be alone,please do not allow me to be found.The darkness slowly creeps up,and I am filled with this dreadful desire.Consume me, I whisper,and inside my soul forms a black fire.It gets darker,darker,darker.And I can not help but feel relieved.Soon I will be lost in the shadows,there will be no such thing as me.I slow
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