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Jul 2017
No amount of emptiness can express how alone we are
When we fall too far and there feels no end in sight
Giving everything we have to feel the faintest spark
Lighting up the dark just to make it through the night
No amount of words can express or profess our broken hearts
As we fall apart when it all still feels so right
We bury every ounce of pain
All in vain, for it loves the dark
It’s never very far
But, neither is the light
Diary of the ****** - Chapter 2
Diary of the Damned
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Diary of the Damned  Stanford, Kentucky
(Stanford, Kentucky)   
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