My days began as night it seemed,
a dark identity engulfed in a dream.
My feelings collecting until non-existing,
facial expression lacking despair,
Though I could never admit it,
I always knew it was there.
The consequence of finding you felt so right,
from one to another I found a distraction; my light.
The truth I realized is that all lights fade,
just as I was forgetting my past
What I didn't know was, my light was fading...and fast.
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