Elizabeth Wheaton (11/06/1997)
Evil walks the same path as I do for evil is within me.
When I take a step, evil takes a step with me for evil holds my hand.
Evil will always be there when I fall, always ready to pick me up again.
For evil doesn't hurt me as the people in the light seem to do.
I am not evil nor am I good.
But evil has always been there on the guidelines of my life.
The evil is scared, scared of the light
But the light is getting weaker by the minute.
Evil has saved me where the light left me on the ground scared and alone.
Evil is in the darkness therefore darkness is my home and my only true friend.
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