Maybe if I look into the soul long enough, I'll know its flicker - feel the rhythm in the embers, the beat that ignites the heart. 

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Maybe if I sink into the dark deep enough, I'll trace its currents, let the riptides take me, and learn to let go.

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Shatter my heart into a thousand pieces; let me map the sky. Where rivers end and stars collide, I'll follow where they fall. 

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Stay and water this empty garden.

Let the colours bloom, here in my imaginary; my torment, evergreen.