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When the wounds of the night
Are not yet healed,
But the blood has stopped flowing.
When the happiness of sunrise
has not yet been achieved,
But the sky is already bathed in light.
When the beacons of hope,
That held our hand in the dark,
Still twinkle in the scarlet skies.
When battle is over, but just begun.
This war is not with the world,
Not one to be fought with arrows of poisonous words.
This is the war with the demons
Of doubts, jealousy and dependency.
Only to be fought with patience, faith and endurance.
You know, you are not in the light yet,
You are not healed yet, not fixed yet.
But you know,
You are not in the dark anymore.
You are not in pieces anymore.
You know, soon enough
You'll see the sunrise.
You'll see daylight.
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