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Hand on darkness
Some years ago, I realised
I am the driver of my life
And so I chose light
It was a difficult decision
More difficult than it sounds
It’s hard to know what it is to see
When there’s no darkness around
It’s easy to equate pain with feeling
To attach pain to being
And so I never ran from the dark
I marched towards it
Let it smoke my heart
Instead, it was alw...
Sunday 29th June 2025 5:04 pm
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