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here I am on my knees again with the memories of her 
hanging like tainted stains on the walls
I can never understand how the emptiness 
can feel so heavy that it crushes one's soul
I feel the night wrapping itself across the sky
I know what's is coming with the fading light
the terror that will encompass my restless mind
screams all but escape my lips at the thought of
facing another night of darkness alone
and yet I try to feel again
I let the scars bleed again
do I have to feel the pain 
to feel love