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| In Eternity | ||||||
| She laid her head down For the last time Knowing that survival was impossible When you're this broken. All she ever cared about Was taken from her. Beauty stolen from the night. Where the empty darkness clothes you, And the only light Is the last glimmer of your soul, Dying in your tears. How do you measure humanity When you can't remember How to wish upon the stars? And how do you withstand forever When you're too afraid to breathe? She died that night But her mystery lived on. And her gravestone would reap in eternity... The world was not meant for one as beautiful as you |
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