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The darkness: so cold, so painfully real;
In shadows I wander, lost in the past.
How I wish each day my soul could not feel,
How the void in my heart would cease to last.
Staring blankly into the black abyss,
Haunted by memories of dark and light.
My love, my home--the life I’m cursed to miss--
Visions which cannot be cast from my sight.
Embracing false hopes that will never be--
Of bliss, of happiness, of perfect dreams.
Faces and images I long to see;
Tears of repentance I wish to redeem.
Drowning in a sorrow that haunts each day,
Longing for joy that seems so far away.
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