I drift in a black sea in a small boat. The night is cold and never ending. I have no oars or sail, they've been taken from me. The light that used to guide my way went out when hope abandoned me. There are dangers in the water, ones I can no longer see. The night is too dark. Without my light my spirits sink further. My heart aches as I long for a companion. Maybe one day. Maybe...
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