Literature
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Remember, someone always cares, even in the dark.
The surface of the water, such a thin line; that seperates the light.
But one must find the light in the pool of darkness, for it lies above the surface, beneath which we will surely drown.
The pool, the pit, the land of love once the sun has set.
The sun has set for the last time on the land of love.
Or so it must seem.
But naturally, like the sun in our own sky, the land must be lit again.
Remember, someone always cares, even in the dark.
