The Truth Is With You

June 14, 2016

It's hard to be finding myself when the answers are blinding.

And the darkest thing in my life is the light.

I can no longer continue when I cannot be with you.

The Fire is fuel of each failing fight,

And there isn't enough time for me to fight.

Everyday I'm falling from a greater height.

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