Sometimes I think I've become to comfortable with sadness.
I wear it around my shoulders like a winter coat to keep warm.
How is it that sorrow has become my comfort, my home?
I am afraid to move forward.
I am afraid to venture into the uncharted territory of happiness.
Contentment is just within reach.
If I stretched my fingers far enough, I could grasp it and pull it close.
Instead, I cling to darkness because it is all too familiar to me.
Why am I so afraid of light?
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