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Hatred darkens the eyes

And it's impossible to see

the path to walk

In my mind the silent storm

Slowly I consume myself like a lit candle

And bound in chains, I free myself now

I try to walk without looking back

But your shadows insist in darkening my day

Even in the shadow, I know there is light above it

and that I will guide myself

Wherever may it be to, now without you

A path of torment as sorrowful as your heart

The memories grew dusty from years of abandonment

All stories turn to ashes and the page will always turn