I find that I can see a light at the end down
Beneath my self-indulgent pitiful hole.
Defeated I Concede and move closer.
I may find comfort here
I may find peace within the emptiness. How pitiful.
It's calling me.
And in my darkest moment, fetal and weeping.
The moon tells me a secret. My confidant.
As full and bright as I am, this light...
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