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Living in a dark place, fooled me for the longest time into believing that all places are dark.
Got introduced to the light but like a crocodile I always return to my original home "Darkness".
Light was good, came with its pigments and chlorophyl which was beyond great for me.
But was great destined for me?
Light had it's goodness but at a certain time it also needed to rest and darkness to come out.
Umcebowezulu
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