One more step and I shall be there. Through the dark mass that surrounds my world. Though many could get lost and scared, I know the way. I am comforted by its presence and honors to feel its sorrows. It greets me from the dead and spills blood red. The more it knows, the more foreign it gets. Though there is thick and thin, I cannot always count on you. And yet, Through it all your always there, so listen I do.
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