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Into my sight
And then I see her she slides into my sight steals away my darkness then replenishing with light. She heaves a heavy sigh head aloft toward the sky. I know you've love to give me but I have to say goodbye. I belong to no one, less resigned more so designed. In a universe so vast I still feel so confined. As timeless as all past and future left combined. This realm it still escapes me therefore must be left behind. Mortality, finality are both one in the same. Death and fear and hopelessness to me are just a name. Transcending the futility of hate and war and shame. Though I'm not sad to be leaving I am happy that i came. To know that one whom dwells below could capture one above. Proving there's significance in what is known as love. Weakening in mind and soul I feel her grip it shift. Her hand it pulls away from mine to vanish in the rift. Unknowing of her fate or in what endlessness she'll drift. Only her in memory remains a precious gift. In her softly spoken tone rings the echo of her sorrow. I know you'll always love me but there will be no tomorrow.
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