Maybe I'm more afraid now than ever. Like a fruit cut open, my core is exposed. What if you don't like the taste? There is so much darkness in this world, and you are my lantern. The flame has flickered once or twice before, but I've stood my ground, kept whole by faith, and waited for the storm to pass. If you went out for good, I... I don't know what I'd do. I prefer not to think of such pitch black.
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