I’ve noticed you darkness, standing by the door staring, waiting for my time to run out. I’d never forget you, old lover, and there’s nowhere to hide anyway; so don’t worry, I’ll come to you with my heart in my hands. As always, where else would I go?

I asked you to lend me the joy and you said the market isn’t favourable. But I signed, didn’t look at the clauses. I read the small print when I doubted the glory, and then knew I’ll be coming home.

Just dig my hole deeper this time, I’ve grown so sick of sunlight and hope.

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