My Heart is broken glass.
My soul is crumpled paper.
My tears fall quiet
with what seems to be no meaning.
There is darkness
hidden in my light.
Or. Is my light not my own?...
My light is those who love me.
Trying to sheer the darkness.
prevailing.
Only because.
I know they love me.
Where would I be without belief?
-until next time, S.
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