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Deep inside would always be, 
The demon inside whom let me see.

That within this soul lived a strong belief,
that there is no greater pain then that of grief.

I now know with peace you slept,
For each tear that passed for each night i wept.

A memory of you would dull the pain
and until the day we meet again,

all i have are your lasting words,
from within my heart, are always heard,

Until the day i give up this fight,
and from the darkness shines your light,

I will live, like you taught me too
and i will be happy, i promise you.
Posted: 2012-05-23 18:40:58 UTC

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