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Sep 2020
How enticing the dark can be,
to stay comforted by it.
Letting it overcome your essence,
losing sight of the fire.
Consumed by its emptiness,
feeling nothing but numb.
Forgetting why you fought,
to escape.
The void,
Ever present.
The cold comfort of the abyss,
staring back as it grips on tight.
Seeping in,
Every pore.
Comfort is not always welcome,
but awaits always.
James Morales
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