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This cold darkness has me thinking,
Got me wondering if there's hope.
If it's worth fighting for.
If I should drift into the darkness,
Or push myself just one last time.
I just want this suffering to end.
It would be so easy to give in.
But what about the light
What will become of it...
What will become of me...
If I do just quit
I know I'd disappear into the darkness
Like I never existed...
Like I was never even there...
And commit the crime of leaving the light to wander.
That would be my worst crime,
Leaving the light to wander.
It would then have no purpose.
The light would grow weaker and weaker,
Until there's nothing left...
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