With darkness there can never be light unless it's edited soul can burn above all other mentions of life I don't seek the path only to break a broken story and sip of my last glory it's a story that can never be told or even held it was once helled but now its a story even I dare not to well as I well up to much but not often my words shall heal my last touch I've got but never let be rotten I'm walking with words that shall speak before my body starts to be bleak over my own body tgts carried me farther than it should I am no good or bad only danger with a lightest strangers touch but merciful I weep for I'm far greater than my sold could seek I'm a pattern of love and my all my dreams and words above hold u like my coffin will when it's dug seriously is no longer present but word's worthy could so please help your self or join me
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