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My uncertainty is hated yet almost ripe with a fervent touch of the light.
The Weakness of the Darkness is crumbling, fading softly.
Drowning in my tears,
I swept up the mangled rug to try to find my balance within the shadow.
Death is a process.
It is always unnerving, yet essential for all of us.
To skip the process is hardly the answer.
To grieve we give up apart of ourselves to be one with the light;
to fully feel the old go out and embrace the new experiences,
replacing them with a sense of belonging;
a sense of peace.
To succumb to a fate worse than death, my feet leapt off the ground.
We were near the fire of the first laws of love when I remembered my soul was to die before I could come back rebirthed.
To begin with a smile underneath the interior of myself,
I wandered far into the depths of my ocean full of tears before I ran into my ending self.
Denial is where we lay open to the world of regret.
