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It’s there at the end of the tunnel, but I am immovable. The encroaching shadows trap and consume, seeping to the marrow of my bones, leaving an indelible mark on my soul.
It changes me. Is it too late?
Weakness is my way. Failing is my victory. I have no will to move let alone live beyond this moment of blindness as I stare into the unattainable light.
Yet, do my eyes deceive? He is a match struck in the bleakest night who does not fear darkness, and shadows hide when he is near.
I’m not alone.