Clair Obscur
My friend, you held my hand as I wandered through the darkest of corridors and until the exit became clear you now ask me to walk with you but I don’t know if I can go there where the exit means the end of your suffering but the beginning of mine? I love you and I know that’s all the more of a reason ‘release me, forgive me’ our thoughts are the same now that youentrust me with the ultimate test
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