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I embrace the terror 
inside my cries,
and face my hurt
with gentle eyes

And to some it's
found to be a gain,
to become immune
to all the pain

©
 Oct 2015 Brooklynn Nights
niamh
It was written in the sand
But the sea washed it away.
It was written on the cliffs
But they crumbled day by day.
It was written on the sun
But the clouds did claim the sky.
And then we wrote it in our hearts
So that it will never die.
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