Nine

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Thinking late at night, and curled on the bathroom floor. Every voice running through my head, sinking like a ship lost at sea. But Just before i am submerged in the murky waters, a beacon illuminates the sandy shore.

Waving desperately they come to my rescue. I often imagine you as the beacon, the lighthouse, the only bright in a world of dim colors. You are the only one who saved me from the darkness of me, you pulled me out. For that I am forever in your debt.

Serving you in happiness and gratitude until the day I perish. Forever in your debt until I am claimed by the cloak. Even if you vanish before I, I will still be your servant. I can never thank you enough for finding and bringing home my lost ship, my crew, and saving us when we thought for sure we would waste away at the bottom of the ocean.

Forever in your debt.

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