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Apr 2016
It's just another mental war,
when all the voices rise against the cause,
and the lights we aspire illuminates our faults.

To think only a god can take away this plight--
this white fire that screams through the pitch black night--
when all I've done is curse their names and challenge their right.
But now I can finally see. There is no strength left in me to end this fight.
Frantz Saintil
Written by
Frantz Saintil  Gainesville
(Gainesville)   
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   --- and Rapunzoll
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