In my silence I trudge on looking for my light. I'm not sure where it is and how long I'll have to fight. But though my feet are bloody and my body aches with strife I know that I must find the light or else I'll lose my life. The light that will keep my going the light that will warm my soul. But most importantly I need that light to make my heart whole. So while I keep on trudging on battered, bloody feet I can only pray to the sky that someday that light and I will meet....
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