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Purging Soul

The night falls heavy, A suffocating cloak, Cold, and alone am I. The light for which I pray flares once, then dies, swallowed by the abyss all hope must die. My being craves no more. How could I understand? My darkest thoughts surrounding me, Crying, I am fallen.

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