"Why do you love her? and why did I love you? I'm lost and ever knowing nothing." She bends her head with soft hair falling down, it's frizzled faceless masses gleaming. For the stars shine down on the broken-hearted, easing their misery. The lady waits for morning. Her tears fall steadily in the shadow of the darkness, never waiting to fill her with thought, only the dull ache of slow relief.
"I call out in prayer. I sing in the day. I smile and laugh and my heart still breaks, ever knowing nothing. I am a child in this world and my innocence is a knife that cuts me deep down inside, more than anyone else could ever venture." She says in whispered murmurs soft. The light is coming. But is it?
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