In the dark, my eyes are two glowing coals, remnants of the old, embers of a fire that once burned bright..
No longer do I emanate the same heat, the same warmth that once attracted life, the same light that radiated in the night, all are gone and I am left alone, slowly becoming enveloped by the darkness.
Dec 4, 2025
Dec 4, 2025 at 5:35 PM UTC
In the dark, my eyes are two glowing coals, remnants of the old, embers of a fire that once burned bright..
No longer do I emanate the same heat, the same warmth that once attracted life, the same light that radiated in the night, all are gone and I am left alone, slowly becoming enveloped by the darkness.
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