In hopes of achieving a smile...
checking on...perhaps...The Orange Moon...
May your light fades not from the pain that ails you...
For all that turn away....I intend to stay....
In all valiant effort to look upon your face..
For they are all fools that fear or dissaprove of...their own shadow...
brave the smile that so many fear
Orange Moon...may your light dims not from the pain that ails you...
For despite what you believe....
make haste in recovery for the world fails to exist or isn't true...without you...
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