How is it, that in a world of darkness,
Where the madness is at its strongest,
That when you look upon me,
My world brightens slightly?
How is it, that when you speak,
My world is no longer upside down?
Where is it written, that you are the only one who sees me
When this world of emptiness and lost souls has lost sight of me?
How is it that you have found me?
Where is it that you have fallen from?















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