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Once I roamed free now I'm held captive by my own existence. What have I become?, a monster that lurks in the dark hunting demons that torments me.
Howling broken wounds to the moon in hopes to heal what has ripped through me, whispers of light a sign of hope. Will it touch the darkness I have become to a world once so beautiful.
The sun dies every night allowing the moon to breath, knowing that for this moon is not mine and we will forever long for what we will never be.
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