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6h
No light to guide, no hope to find, In the abyss, l'm confined.
The darkness whispers, cold embrace, In every shadow, I see my face. Bound by chains of endless night, The struggle fades, devoid of light.
The pain, the pain, the beautiful pain, A constant presence, a binding chain.
In depths of obsidian, I remain, The shadows have won, and here I stay.
Timothy Charles Carter
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