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I was afraid

  what in this world

    is not carved and steeped in pain?



going insane

  this infernal whirl

    a life starved and lived in vain



Just when I thought all was lost

     a light in the dark;

     a demon moved on;

  the health of what hidden heart

     i thought was gone



a fools philosophy sold

  aristotles truth

i thought it was better, being alone

  until i met you



Just hold my hand in the cold

just find the me no one knows

just heal my half of a soul



  I think i might be saved

      a kiss in the rain

      a beautiful day

      a memory made



all the coincidences that brought us here...

      or was it fate?



I was afraid

  what in this world

    is not carved and starved by pain?





This.