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THE MOVE
In the darkness of the night, I open my eyes. I allow my eyes to wander in the darkness of the room. I close them again...groping for a warm hand in the darkness, hoping to hear a whisper that would wipe all my fears away. I waited...I'm alone. Acceptance. Beyond the darkness, I know I am not. I go back to sleep. I write about the night, its darkness, my fears...
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