They’ve wrung me arid. I am bare. Empty of all spirit, no longer sprightly. However, I cannot witness my own destruction, my self crumbling at their whims. Unappreciated, I am only worthy for as long as they can use me. But this is not where I intend to stand. My destiny is not at this destination. I’ve been sucked into darkness but I will cling to the glimmer. I will reach beyond this barren horizon and be engulfed by mercy.
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