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| from ethereal graspings through bluish haze
you my troubled soul we meet again i deeply missed you in your absence i stared at the stars above searching searching for your warmth and grace in the sky i see these stars and know that if you look up you will see what i see too i could not bare to leave you, so i stayed put and i saw your hurting sorrow, it burned with feeling that no creature without a sense could dismiss i felt your pain, as its my pain too, this lone insanity i know the loss of sight by the degradation of health death to the faulty and to give up is its mantra, it drains all, yet you are strong and continue to fight, it tires you, but as i fight, i weaken too scared and without might we will all assuredely die we hope and pray for more, thru deliverence but we cannot yearn for the cure, we dont live that long a search for the truth we must seek and live life as full this existence is one where darkness lurks and breeds and hate doesnt find too hard of a birth place at times it feels like falling into the deepest hole in the world and the dark clouds gather together and we murmur the reason is lost to us and to most else so we trudge on, as the coldness grows, the post appocalptic nature looms on the earth shakes, the wind blows, water flows and fire burns inside your surely found when the truth is known, yet its so very hard to find but when it is, the light shines brighter, brighter than you've ever known it to, but for now we are lost because we're so far underneath now, how can we ever be found? i now understand why you cry, as i cry too, and it should be so much easier but never is and the truth is that crying feels like home. |
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