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The Dusk

The unimaginable transpiring into the imaginable,
can be an event of collosal joy or a voyage of unbearable pain.
The fruition of what we bravely dreamed
seasoned with a neverending ache for days when reality gleamed.
The nevers gnaw the nerves the most
With unwanted evers coming true.
The fear of it all is worse than the battle.
If I lived as if today was the only day I've been given,
Maybe I would just spend it living.
Aching with joy, abandoning pain.
Written by deliabear (Debbie)
Published
Author's Note
Twilight thoughts.....
It makes sense to me
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