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A raging war inside, lost all sight of life

This is not real, this is just a lie

Is it even fair? Can it be undone?

I’ll give anything for it to heal!

What is left to do? The pain is too great

Darkness on the horizon, a black pit is all I see

It’s always darkest before the dawn

The morning sun is the coldest one

My thought are like razors, they make me hollow

Yet there’s one odd thing: They make me whole

Trapped in a fantasy, warmth is surrounding me

What never was and what cannot be. A joy I miss is all I see

DAT VICTORIA VIRES