You stole my light, my breath, my sky above,
And now you ask — what keeps me standing still?
What helps me breathe, and see the stars with love,
What gives me strength to rise and bend my will?
Well, darling, here's the truth I’ll share with you:
When hearts collapse but crawl to beat again,
Despair — relentless, sharp, and cutting through —
Becomes the spark that pain can’t hold or chain.
You Stole My Light
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