Silent Light

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By ŦBaethan Dawn♂

Brightness Lifts my soul From the depths of hell, But it will never reach Heaven. Breathe, And I see no more. Sigh And I speak no more. Laugh, And I cry no more. All lost for the other. Death of thought, Death of heart, Death of sorrow. All are similar, Make a decision. Which would I rather lose?

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