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Terra Incognita		Bleeding Moon
... I lie in a heap on the floor, tormented by my memories. I don't know whether or not it's worth writing them down. All I know is that I won't go crazy as long as I'm writing. I feel that he is everywhere and in everything: the walls, objects, and in me too; because I'm the reason he's gone. Perhaps my imagination's playing games with me again, but it's as if I can hear the angel's voice, quietly, from all directions... It's consoling me, and encouraging me to get over everything, to stand on my own two feet again, to accept the burden of the pain, and to not become a victim myself. Maybe I've gone crazy, and these... these voices... are a final endeavor of my normal self.
I can't find you, still I call you Maybe it's simply too late My intuition slowly strangles... I can always see your face as You described the dream that I once whispered to you While you were away in dreamland... ANGEL: "Don't feel sorry now, just move on However long your plight remains He's calling from the swamp of sorrow He's amongst us here now Look how bright the light just became Don't let your bitterness win N' drag you down with dejection again An easier, simpler path But you'll be plagued by the dismal past If you now let yourself be victimized You're so sure there's nothing more Look, the sky holds all the help you'll ever need To shield your soul forever..." He's not amongst us now, they say He's gone, his soul is faraway Tell me just where were you When I really needed you? I can't hear the noises that surround Or see all the light that so astounds I'm slowly sinking down And soon I'll surely drown A bleeding moon in my soul Shines on streams of tears Sorrow lingers on both shores Staring right at me

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