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Mar 2015
The coldest day is the darkest night,
I'm the darkness and you are the light.
You are the torch that led me to freedom,
From the prison in my own kingdom.
You are my savior, you are my happiness,
A broken man that was filled with sadness.
The symbol of my life is the symbol for my death,
For if you were to die, life wouldn't be worth living.
Our hearts, our souls live and beat as one,
As we keep living, there will be more happiness to come
This was based off when I was writing a love story on another website. This is the first time I wrote something that had to do with love. This is for all those who couldn't put their feelings into words for those they love
Alexandra Ayala
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Alexandra Ayala  Bethlehem, Pennsylvania
(Bethlehem, Pennsylvania)   
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