Cold, dark, quite, content

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Grace falls

Beauty wanes

The heros fail

To rise again

Tears that fall

Bring with them peace

Thunder cracks,

Justifys grief

And all the times

They told me

To be

Happy

And all the times

They told me

To surround myself

With joy

In the end it was

The darkness that's saved me

In the end the cold, dark, quiet

Helped my soul.

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