He lurks in the darkness waiting for me to scream. Fear, fear is the tool he uses to spread my agony, pain, pain is what he uses to keep me in place to watch my past mistakes. Even in the realms of darkness only one light is shown upon me. I run towards that light everyday waiting for someone to find me, but through the darkness there is no god. No one can save you from your own destruction. No one can free you from your own chains of faliure, no one can create the key to set you free. Only you can do that.
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