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The light within

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GhostOfTheEmptyGrave

Published: Oct 22, 2013

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The dark side of me
Is right at the surface
Right there for you to see
Can you help me find
The light within?

That is
If it's still there?

And if you're not afraid
Of losing yourself
In the darkness of my soul?

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LaLadayCavalier

Dec 28, 2015

Phantom of the Opera, I feel.

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