I discovered her through the shallow eyes of my oblivion, a time where the end encroached upon my bitter surrender but my fall led to my enthral into the eyes of hope.
She was the beacon of light and I, well I was a lost soul forever wondering ever so close to the edge. Her hand reaching for mine, as I reached back in the hope that I would no longer be immersed in suffering.
Aug 2, 2016
Aug 2, 2016 at 3:50 PM UTC
I discovered her through the shallow eyes of my oblivion, a time where the end encroached upon my bitter surrender but my fall led to my enthral into the eyes of hope.
She was the beacon of light and I, well I was a lost soul forever wondering ever so close to the edge. Her hand reaching for mine, as I reached back in the hope that I would no longer be immersed in suffering.
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