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before the fall
standing on the edge, waiting to fall in
waiting for tHe emptiness to envelope
the small light that was once within
the mask I don is paintEd in love and laughter
but the skin beneath is cold and the souL contained is still
I feel lost in the anguish of despair
with no light to guide my way
or hands to cuP my broken will
so I stand alone in the darkness
yearning for a love we once shared
I’m standing on the edge, waiting to fall in
(c) @nocte_esuriunt
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