Your light, so bright in my sky.
The only light left.
The only thing that matters.
Before, I had looked for other lights.
But they were dim, shadowed by lies.
Dim lights, that I held onto, but that eventually only cast me into deeper darkness.
Your light, so bright.
Your light, my only comfort.
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