Glowing at the tip of my fingers, i wish to touch you...
I wish to give off my rays to have you see your future
So that the colors would only grow brighter and its fading is only an illusion.
So that the possibility of turning back is zero....
These are my hands now, dark and cold... Sinking slowly into the dark candles below me. It feels numb, no words could be sought... But your light now truly shines
Even if you fly farther and my vision fails me, you are one with the stars, and no death and whittle its presence.
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