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That feeling;
when something sinks in,
when there's nothing that you could do after knowing the efforts were unavailing,
when all you need is a pretty red rose, but all you get is a wound that stabbed by its thorn.

When the fairytale didn't give its elated ending anymore,
then you get that the world is treacherous, ruthless, and dreadful.

But let me grasp a thing,
when it's repeatedly getting darker and darker as the days change,
keep holding on,
'cause the vault of heavens knows if there's always The Light;

Him,
The Light of the heavens and the earth. (24:35)
who will lighten your darkest day, like you never could imagine before.

As His love,
as it feels.