That spark we had,
Burned me too
That blinding light,
Of your soul
Has left me shallow
Close to death but still alive,
Full of stress and filled with strife.
It all was a dream, too good to be true,
I am still paying that price,
I was but a slave and I am still one,
My demons forcing to come through.
It is all true but don’t feel bad,
I have it still, that spark we had.

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