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I'm so tired. I've been stuck here for heaven knows how long. The sky is dark. The leafless trees keep trying to reach towards me and yet I cannot touch them. Soulless eyes stare at me from the inky fog and I cannot help but stare back. The world is dark, and I fear that darkness has begun to seep into me as well, overtaking the hollow that once held a heart.
I do not want to sing. I do not want to smile anymore. What good is joy when there is no one to share it with but the insentient bugs that surround me? My once prideful wings now bow down to the weight of being trapped here in this decaying skeleton of a forest; this husk of a mind. And I have begun to decay alongside it. I do not want to exist anymore.
And yet I do. I wait through this rot for the day that I finally go back home, welcomed by my golden angel and by the light of the stars. For the day that the darkness recedes back into the void and the heart is restored to its rightful place within me.
