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Oct 29
Every step forward,
Uncovers my soul.
Little by little
The shell corrodes.
Beams of light
Shining through the cracks
Into my non-adjusted eyes.
While I wait for them to adjust,
I prepare myself to feel the warmth
Of love.
Every minute
It gets harder to stay in the darkness
So I go
To the warm shining light.
Written by
RustyHatchet
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