The storm clouds move in overhead, drowning out the light of day.
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Blinded in the darkness, soul torn apart by the falling rain.
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Cold and alone, trembling with fear and shame.
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Arms stretched to the sky as blood drips from my eyes, I wait for a break in the clouds.
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Withered from the absence of glory, fruitless from the absence of light.
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Barren from self-reliance, empty but not without hope.
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I still remember the glory of the light; I know the power of the sun.
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Amidst the despair, hope will prevail, as calm follows every storm.
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Hungry for renewal, longing for the warmth that awaits, I wait for a break in the clouds.
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Break In The Clouds
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Aletheian |