OUR FEARS WE FIGHT
AND FOR SURVIVAL, WE STRIVE.
STRONG AND FEARLESS
IN THE DARK WE STAND.
NOCTURNAL CREATURES WE BATTLE
LIKE FOOTBALL, MANY SLIDES WE TACKLE.
WITH LAZINESS AND POCRASTINATION WE STRUGGLE.
IN THE DARK WE TRAVEL.
WITH DEMONS DEFEATED,
AND FAILURE TREATED.
TO BE OUR SELVES AGAIN,
THE DAWN APPROACHES.
BUT MAYBE, PERHAPS,
WE LEAVE OUR TRUE SELVES IN THE DARK.
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