The Path Least Traveled

By shitluck

Even Darkness Couldn't Hold Me Back

To the surface I rise, and to the mind I bring suffering. To the world I am sworn, to myself I am understood, however, to you I am not sure. Evening comes with the sanctity of your favorite blanket, curl up together, share the night, we'll have to hide come morning. Silent thunder pounding in my chest; warm hands, soft words, cold air. Instincts like breathing; take me away.

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