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Blood

Sweat

Tears

This liquid is black

A darkness from within


Lights shine all around

Bright, beautiful

They stop

Stare

Dim


These endless shadows

Locked away

Hidden

A false light flickers on

A feeble firefly


Dim

Noticeably so

The shadows peek through

Scream, plead, push them away

They return to their prison


Bright lights notice

They approach

Cautious, but tender

Warm and wonderful

Frightening


Are you okay?

You freeze

The shadows whisper among themselves

Ignore them

Smile


You're fine

Just tired

The lights accept this

They walk away, satisfied

Your light fades to nothing


Alone again

The shadows are set free

They moan, weeping in pain

You cry with them

But you're fine, right?




Yes.

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