The Dawn of Love

Watching this tragedy is soul breaking

But

It’s always darkest before the dawn.

Seeing someone you love fade is shattering

But

It’s always darkest before the dawn.

Feeling swallowed by the demons of the night

But

It’s always darkest before the dawn.

Knowing there is no hope from the hydra of illness

But

It’s always

Darkest

Before

The dawn.

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