There was something about the sunrise that made me feel so hopeful.  For a while it seemed like I lived just to see it.  Every morning, I hated it because I was alone.  It burned and blinded me.  And ever morning, I loved it.  But there comes that time when I have to face the darkness.  I missed it.  The quiet.  The still.  It’s just as peaceful, y’know.  It’s a different kind of …alone.  Where all I see are shadows, but none of them mine.  Drifting off to sleep…


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