In the depths of tomorrow you'll find the truth,
In the sorrow of yesterday, you'll find regrets,
Only in today will you find happiness.
The fears, and questions I ask myself scares me into the darkness,
I stand alone there, watching.
My shadow the only fragment of reflection of the real me.
Loosing myself, Ive become the darkness.
My eyes its gateway, my soul the center of its creation.
Ive become numb.
To afraid to take that step into the light,
To show the world my real face.
Fearful to shed a single tear of emotion once more,
That it would melt away the cage of ice that I cast upon myself,
So I wouldnt.
Afraid of
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