I keep climbing begging for the worse not to happen.
I'm afraid if I pause even for a breath,
I'll be buried in all this deceit disguised as death.
I see the sun, it burns my optic view.
The radiance warms a perception that is new.
I feel so close, but the light starts to fade away.
I climb faster praying to once again see the light of day.
I will never get out of the despair.
I wear it like a mask beneath my profuse hair.
I strive for things to be the way they used to be.
I keep on fighting for a hope of you coming back to me.
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