

Of Darkness and PainOf Darkness and PainOf Darkness and Pain
There was nothing but darkness and pain. It was what I was, what the world was. Forever I lay in the darkness, wrapped in it like a thick cloth. It stuck to my skin, thick and heavy and horrible. The pain was my companion, my friend, the one thing that ensured me that I was still there, existing, hanging on to a thread of myself in this dark void.
My body was filled with the pain, it was churning, burning, ripping. Always changing, moving, alive. It was the opposite to the darkness which was always the same, never changing, except the ever-present flow of it that was seeping through my por
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