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It is when the sun comes down,
and the tears wash away my sorrows,
where I can finally relax
and wallow in the shallows of happiness.

My muscles groan with pain,
and my hair hangs limply over my shoulders,
where my pale face
glows slightly in the moonlight.

There is dirt under my nails,
dried blood I would reckon as well,
but I don’t pay much attention to it,
it is like a second skin.

When the sun rises again,
and the filth is gone and cleared away,
leaving only shining clean skin behind,
I can finally breathe again.

The shine of liquid gold
plays across my smooth skin,
and with a deep breath,
I face the music and the pain,

even stronger now.


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