The void, in my soul.
Emptiness - donning a dark cloak - is creeping in a corner and just waiting for a moment to pounce on me and engulf me entirely. It stalls and gleans as I crouch around tentatively, lacing my every movement with caution in fear that emptiness would find a moment to seize and swallow me, completely.
I feel the gaunt fingers of loneliness tapping on my shoulders from behind, but I refuse to turn around and acknowledge its presence. I will not succumb, and allow it to jeer mockingly at me or trample all over me.
The little gleam of hope I harbour within does not seem to be enough to light the way of my path.
I feel the gaunt fingers of loneliness tapping on my shoulders from behind, but I refuse to turn around and acknowledge its presence. I will not succumb, and allow it to jeer mockingly at me or trample all over me.
The little gleam of hope I harbour within does not seem to be enough to light the way of my path.
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