When the walls of time begin to encase me in an eternal box,
As the fires of failure begin to engulf my reason of being,
When the thunderstorms of weakness begin to strike at what's left of my will,
You will always be tucked away in the darkest parts of my heart,
To illuminate the shards of what it once was.
Through you,
I may find purpose.
Through you, I may find a way to rebuild.
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