Twisting my pendant on it's chain from one side to the other in a room illuminated by a screen. Some shades of black seem brighter than all of the rest, but that's merely a reflection. Thinking late at night really gets the best of me, or maybe... just thinking. But we can't stop our thoughts, we can't stop time and we can't stop fate from making it's mark. Eventually, they all creep out from the darkness, some just seem brighter than others. But, that's merely a reflection.
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