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2:55 AM
The light starts slowly on the tips of your fingers and works right down to your soul, pausing at the wrists and the elbows, slipping between the creases and stifling the shadows that have clouded your heart for so many moons. It smoothes over the edges and begins to make life bearable again. For weeks, you’ve been choking on the universe, and then it hits you and it creeps in the corners of your eyes and out through your mouth as you exhale every dark thing that has ever touched you and you smile because you’re finally breathing.