the thunder clouds have finally cleared
from my eyes
the lightning strikes the horizon
in a completely new way
and with each crashing ocean wave
i feel more alive.
the monstrous sea
of swirling thoughts
has calmed,
and its murkey waters
have turned to crystal blue.
all the blood has washed away,
the scabs have dried
and healed.
the memories will always be seared
into my heart
but i can touch the old scars
without feeling their pain.
the dawn is glowing before me.
with your hand tight in mine
i transition into bliss.













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and for the fave too
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i am too weak to be your cure
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"We enjoy the night, the darkness, where we can do things that aren't acceptable in the light. Night is when we slake our thirst."'
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i am too weak to be your cure
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