Someone I loved once gave me a box full of darkness. It took me years to understand that this too, was a gift.
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Fear grows in darkness; if you think there's a bogeyman around, turn on the light.
I wake to a Darkness in which I must follow myself endlessly, hating the I who so eternally pursues and confronts me. If we could rise from our misery, seek each other once more, and find again the solace of each other's lips and eyes.
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