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I pace down this withered road torn from the floor boards up. And the sky no longer faces , but all around me it fulfills the emptiness. I can not touch it but the others can . These goals that falter and die within my hands leave the inevitable to happen. Into the instants of these seconds that i bare to cling onto , that cascade right before my sunken eyes. Am I in fact the light that leads your happiness? Because for the light i can not see. It breathes inside of my very soul , but never decides to show itself in the presents of my grief.




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