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May 2019
The night is coming my love.
My hand grows weak.
A life spent fighting the twisted darkness.
So many things wasted.

Eternity comes for me soon.
In my soul sits a mountain of words,
that remain unsaid.

So many regrets in these last hours.

If only you could know my heart.
If only you could know everything.
If only you could know...
If only...
............
Written by
Stephen S
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