if you believe the stories
i am the breaker of hearts
the stealer of souls
the crusher of the dreams
carefully crafted in their deluded minds

i am the cruel
draining all livelihood
and joy
leaving a trail of
emotionally annihilated husks
in my wake

if they ever took a minute
to examine their reflection
perhaps they would see the truth of things

but i suppose
one cannot
look into a mirror
when they spend their time
sitting in the dark

i am not the one
to illuminate their surroundings

my light is my own

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