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When all grew dark and weary

sometimes the days
are overcast
wearing a shroud in shades of grey

where rays of light that

shone so gently
seem to have perished yesterday

in darkness here I stumble sadly
on these crossroads
have I been led astray?

should I’ve made my pact
with the devil too
since I've lost my soul now anyway?

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