The sun can take too long to end the endless night. I hear you, I feel you, I bleed with you, when our hearts begin to scream: This life can feel too long. But at night when you’re dancing through the pain even when you’re the only one. No rose, no sky, full of beauty as the girl who dies, but rises with every morning’s sun. Alone.

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