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Dawn's Misery

I’m full of woe! Am I just a key?
Just a flaming ball of light?
Is there really nothing more to me?
Then nothing day and night
Suddenly, I just appeared one day
As if I’d always been part of their lives
Do they really like me, who can say?
The first’s coming … it lives, it thrives
Happiness? does it actually exist?
Is it really all puppies and flowers?
Is there really joy through the mist
Or must I believe beneath you it devours?
Vampires, Demons they can all see
My sister kills with little fight
But i wonder, will she end up killing me?
Theres nothing day and night

THE END