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  • I am astray.

    I walked the path of the many and fell. Fell hard.
    I fell until I couldn't see the light of day. Fell until nothing lit my way but burning stone.
    Still I fall, all I see is fire. Fire and darkness. Sometimes I fall into the fire, and as I burn I see faces of friends long lost.
    Sometimes I fall into complete darkness and everywhere I look I see a laughing face. Demons plague me in the shadows.
    I look for the slightest glimmer of daylight above me but it's long gone. Replaced by shadows and fire and demons.
    I look down and I see nothing but darkness and devils and burning stone.

    but there in front of me is a rope, tied to a bridge I thought I burned long ago, it stays there with me through it all.

    I reach out and grab it, and I am pulled onto my own path.

    The path to peace, the road to joy.
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