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The constellations shine like forgotten memories
Memories of a past that turns to gloom
Your premeditated surrender, desperate longings
Searching in them for the light that illuminates everything.
But in the damp grottoes, the cold chills you to the bone
It's the price to pay for aspiring to the heavenly paradise.
The wounds open up, they become paths
That lead you to places where pain seems to infest.
It hurts deep deep deep deep, but don't give up without a battle
Let the stars caress your wounded self
Though the road may be dark, you don't fall apart
For in the depths of your surrender, you find meaning.