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Allow me to explain the riddle in me;

“Where thousand words

have broken my bones,

where my past

had to burn my sight,

where no path

could be clear

and where no hope

was in my right.

If I, the personification,

could dream the vivid nights,

than the truth would preserve

the sunset behind my fright.

Endless of secrets linger

over my history, now my presence

senses the downfall with a touch of lost in victory.

To sleep at last I shall open my eyes,

accept the truth and tell no more lies.”


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