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Darkness

I can see the darkness. It is closing in on me. It is all around me. It creeps towards me like a poisonous snake. I can hear it reaching out to me. It wants to take hold of me. I could try and run from it, but there is very little light left for me to hide in. The darkness swirls around me, mocking me. Haunting me with its cold laughter. It laughs because it knows I have nowhere left to go. It knows that it will consume me soon. I know it too. I can see the darkness.

I can feel the darkness. It pours through my skin and into my heart. I can feel it flooding my lungs with every breath. With every step, I fall deeper into shadow. I can no longer see the light. There is no place left to hide. There is no one here to help me. I am naked and alone. The darkness flows through me, mocking me. Haunting me with its cold laugher. It laughs because it knows it has me. It knows it has consumed me. I know it too. I can see the darkness.

I am the darkness. It bleeds from my soul and oozes out of my skin. It radiates from my body like heat from a flame. I am the shadow. The light holds no appeal to me. It stings my eyes and burns my flesh. There is no escape from my darkness. I am all consuming. No one will dare come near me. They fear me. They know that they can't reach me. Darkness pours from me as I mock them. I haunt them with my cold laughter. I laugh because I know I will consume them soon. They know it too. I am the darkness.

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