Fight.

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Your voice, is what silences mine.
Your eyes, are what draws me blind.
Your light, is what fades my shine.
But your love, is still the one thing I cannot find.

Even in pitch darkness, you flood me with your light.

Then how come, I gave you up without a fight?

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