Story of night

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I am no longer looking for the love
I am no longer waiting for the sun
It is cold inside the ribs
It is the darkness that is my crib

You are a fool if you falling for this broken smile
It is just surreal as so many things it hides
I am nothing what I look like
I have my demons that chases me everynight

As the night grow darker to its end
Warrior inside me brokes and despair
As soon as darkness comes to its end
Warrior inside me strengthen itself

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