What should we do now that life crept up on us? Hide and never seek the light. Check to see if no finger brushes past your feeble arteries, anxious to draw blood, creeping on. Fan the dark matter keeping you sane in the cold, because of course, only the invisible can be loved.
Trusted. Cherished. Bring me on board, I'll be a faithful servant. Why don't you believe me? Look, my hand not shaking, as if I didn't have a pulse anymore. Getting cold but you will not see my breath, getting cold and always holding my truth. No light coming out.
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