Heavy,
my chest holding the weight of the world I created.
A world of darkness,
beautiful and enchanting darkness.
Void of light,
yet a reflection of my soul.
All these choices and decisions
stacked one by one.
Like late books in a library
waiting to be put back in their place.
Towering and threatening to topple over.
Each book telling my story from a different perspective.
Each page laying me bare.
Each paragraph a descriptive narrative of what you see.
Each word a reminder of all that I am in my beautiful darkness.
Encased by the warmth of the void and yet here I am.
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