In what I did and what I do,
The difference, the sole change in me, is you.
I had built you up so high,
You blocked the Sun in my sky.
These last few months I've spent on my knees.
By standing up I can see past you with ease.
Through the dark, the pain and stress,
You were my Goddess, but I must confess,
I've lost my faith.

The End

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