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Thelunarwriter

Published: Sep 20, 2014

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I feel empty,
as
time goes on.

It doesn't stop,
no
it just keeps flowing.

My heart beats,
but
I feel no emotion.

Sadness deepens,
then
the darkness comes.

Faking smiles,
its
almost normal now.

Can't anyone,
someone
save me from this darkness?

Then the light came,
shining
in my dark world.

It was bright,
warm
as I forgotten this feeling.

To live again,
happily
and not walk in darkness.

For he saved me,
love
saved me from the darkness.

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