You have lost me in the darkness of your closet. I too had lost myself. All I could feel was the cold ground and the dagger in my side. Throw me more daggers, throw them as heavily and handily as you can. I will need more tools for digging. Down is the only way out from here, since I can no longer trust opened doors. If you wish to follow me, hurry. I must escape faster than does my blood, I have only hours remaining, perhaps minutes. If you don't, understandable. In here there is no light, only the echo of words. But these words will crack through earth on my way back to the surface. When the time is right my words will liberate me from this shameful secrecy. I will be in my life what I never was in yours.
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