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Dominion

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Mum's voice echoes in my ears and that's what I am doing, focussing on the light. I shall not give room to fear, to my enemies who seek to destroy me.
I push harder, my steps seeming like baby steps. I refuse to look back for fear that I might fear, seeing how close the enemies are to me. 
My knees are buckling, fighting to give way to the weakness overcoming them but my will power to keep moving is stronger.
Heavy pants escapes from my mouth, my head in a turmoil of aches. How long till I reach the light? 
I am struggling to keep going, drawing the will from my mother's words. The assurance that all this is part of a story I will one day live to tell, if I reach the light.
My vision begins to blur, I can't clearly see where I am going. All that is in my head is just to keep pushing forward towards the light straight ahead. 
How long, till I reach the light? How long can my body move before inevitably collapsing?
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