When my emotions die, Always they seem to fly toward the sky. Unforgiving disdain I struggle to restrain, To purge from my soul, As the new cycle begins. Anxiously, I witness what my emotions have done, A blanket of crimson that blocks out the sun. But is there still hope? A guiding light that is …
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