Slowly but surely, I am drowning in my own darkness.
From day one, the darkness was nothing but a drip. From day two, the darkness was nothing but a puddle. Within a night it grew.
Slowly but surely, I am drowning in my own darkness.
From day three, the darkness was a small river. From day four, the darkness was nothing but a pond. Within another night it grew.
Slowly but surely, I am drowning in my own darkness.
From day five, the darkness was a lake. From day six, the darkness is now an ocean. Within another night it grew.
Slowly but surely, I am drowning in my own darkness.
Now here I am slowly sinking to the bottom of this ocean of darkness. Struggling to swim up.
Slowly but surely I am drowning in my own darkness.
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My Stories To The World
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