Into a dark space, falls the light of truth.As one leaves, another enters with the vigor that the first, the second and the third lacked.A
smile tosses and turns, before settling into a position that realizes
that life must go on. Through the withered leaves that collect at your
feet, above the clouds that hide the flashes of lightning that may
strike at any given time.
I would rather be lonely than sad.
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