In the dark darkness
travel my armor,
battling old fears
that year after year they have accompanied me,
in the form of silence, and almost in secret,
they have left a wound,
that time has not taught me to heal,
but my sword is sharp,
and my protected armor,
think beings of the underworld,
that my light will kill your shadows,
and all your ties,
they will be prey to oblivion
ah, was that a game? I have based it on me, as a way to fight, against an emotional bump, which I am practically living, this illustration and the poem have helped me a lot, thanks to you, for showing me these beautiful things
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mr_julls
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gironemilio
In the dark darkness
travel my armor,
battling old fears
that year after year they have accompanied me,
in the form of silence, and almost in secret,
they have left a wound,
that time has not taught me to heal,
but my sword is sharp,
and my protected armor,
think beings of the underworld,
that my light will kill your shadows,
and all your ties,
they will be prey to oblivion
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gironemilio
ah, was that a game? I have based it on me, as a way to fight, against an emotional bump, which I am practically living, this illustration and the poem have helped me a lot, thanks to you, for showing me these beautiful things
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GameYan
Nice job...
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