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The only ray of light in her world of darkness took the form of a boy She ran towards him, overjoyed for there’s hope for her She embraced the luminous boy tightly finding solace in the warmth radiated thinking that her world will soon be illuminated Yet eventually, her skin began scalding she was drenched in perspiration, suffering from the unbearable heat yet she chose to focus on the warmth instead Soon, she was accustomed to the burning heat Failing to realise that he is offering her nothing but pain yet even then, she holds on.. unable to let go for she has spend a big part of her life just being with him A hundred times over, she’d choose the familiar pain rather than the cold emptiness of her life in his absence So how long must you realise dear girl that you have to be your own sunshine brightening your life for even the ray of light which is once your ray of hope will eventually burn you
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Nov 25, 2013
Nov 25, 2013 at 11:14 AM UTC
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The only ray of light in her world of darkness took the form of a boy She ran towards him, overjoyed for there’s hope for her She embraced the luminous boy tightly finding solace in the warmth radiated thinking that her world will soon be illuminated Yet eventually, her skin began scalding she was drenched in perspiration, suffering from the unbearable heat yet she chose to focus on the warmth instead Soon, she was accustomed to the burning heat Failing to realise that he is offering her nothing but pain yet even then, she holds on.. unable to let go for she has spend a big part of her life just being with him A hundred times over, she’d choose the familiar pain rather than the cold emptiness of her life in his absence So how long must you realise dear girl that you have to be your own sunshine brightening your life for even the ray of light which is once your ray of hope will eventually burn you
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Nov 25, 2013
Nov 25, 2013 at 11:14 AM UTC
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