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As I stare

Into the light

I find myself

Walking.

Walking into despair.

As I stare

Into the darkness

I find myself

Running.

Running awat from hatred.

As i stare

Upon her eyes

I see myself

Loved.

Being loved by her.
Making all my walking worth the walk

And my running worth the hate.

She embraced me.

Up in the sky

I notice...

All these are just memories.

Hoping she would come back...

But knowing she never will. 

-Arjon Ramirez