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Eternal

It is in the break of dawn 
Where I find the most peace 
I sit in loneliness 
And I truly find myself 
As I use pain as my guide 
I must not go wrong 
Truth is in the simple lies that he speaks 
His skin red, fangs bared 
Maybe death isn’t as scary as we speak 
When you can’t bare the burden of false ridden dreams 
Maybe you can find your place in eternal sleep

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It is in the break of dawn 
Where I find the most peace 

I came across this piece in my travels among this site and this sentiment really moved me. A melancholic, beautiful poem. Keep up the good work

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lodigiana

A beautifully crafted piece of work that is a joy to read!    Lodigiana xx

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