The darkness never left. It just sits there bidding its time, waiting to pounce. Because time, time is always on its side. It doesn't age with time. It doesn't change with time. It remains permanent, constant, and ever present.
While I, I remain weak, shrouded in the cocoon of life, the myriad of routines, that blinds me of the impending darkness, and my own slow doom.
Blissful of the fact that the heart, numb as it might be to certain emotions, is still very much vulnerable to the darkness. And when the time comes, the heart will fall, succumbed to the path of those before me, the fallen fools.
And this too, shall pass. But onto a path of misery and hatred.
So be it.
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