We’re a half blink from some darkness, and we do our damndest to forget this. We push it away and fill our minutes with as much light as we can muster, we chase it, don't we? Some are afraid of the dark before we begin again, fear it eternal and crushing, the bottom of the sea closer to the center of this place than the surface. Some distract themselves best they can, live like it’ll never come. Some know better.
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