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It seems like something big is coming
Something bigger than life or death

It seems like my world is falling
Like even the sun is depressed

I reach into my backpack to find a pocket of light, consumed, hidden, refreshed

I reach in and release it
But in my firery sky it is to burn
My light just strong enough to be crushed

In this, my fear, my joy, my soul
All is left unbreached

In this I am my own demise
A circle of nothing, no cold, no heat

All is left in firery shadows
All but me, oppressed

All is left to be consumed
All with me depressed 




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