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I found safety in isolation.
I found happiness in guilt,
By way of shameful pleasures, however fleeting,
By way of conscious self-destruction.
Until the blinding light dimmed and became
Hardly a spark.
Only now can I perceive that which was
Hidden behind the glare,
It is nesting at the bottom of the pit,
Calling for me to abandon my comforting
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