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Oct 2013
I've seen the light once.
To my surprise it was truly darkness.
Maybe I'm just pessimistic, but the honest to God truth is...
When I write I see the light escape from the tip of my pen.
Who truly is my savior? We'll see in the end.
**-Aiyana
Written by
Aiyana Lynn Porter Angeles  America
(America)   
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