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in the chaos of fulfillment, somewhere in the denseness of the morning haze, i see a little spark and although it maybe faint, the mere existence of it feels heavier than the already heavy burden that rests upon my shoulders. even if my arm hurts whenever i lift it to accept the spark, i do it every now and then, to let my heart be assured that it is present, even if it is far.
