I used to love the sun,
I'd wake to see it rise;
It's warming rays surround me,
As overhead it flies;
But now I walk in darkness,
And wear this **** disguise;
The curtains now are drawn,
On windows and my eyes;
The moon and stars above me,
Dimly fill the skies;
I can't escape my shadow,
Though heaven knows I've tried;
And since it's not alone,
My spirit never dies...
May 13, 2025
May 13, 2025 at 3:31 AM UTC
I used to love the sun,
I'd wake to see it rise;
It's warming rays surround me,
As overhead it flies;
But now I walk in darkness,
And wear this **** disguise;
The curtains now are drawn,
On windows and my eyes;
The moon and stars above me,
Dimly fill the skies;
I can't escape my shadow,
Though heaven knows I've tried;
And since it's not alone,
My spirit never dies...
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