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by: enslaved heart The sun rises on another day, a day no difference than the others. I know what I must do, I must be strong, I must do what must be done. They depend on me, I must not faulter. And when the day is over and the calmness of the night surrounds me, I sense her presence. I watch as she emerges from the shadows. Her eyes searching, the stains of her tears still fresh on her cheeks. Her voice is weak and fragile. "Has He come for me?" she asks. Sadly I shake my head as I answer, "No, not tonight." It breaks my heart to see the pain in her eyes as she bravely tries to smile. She turns to retrace her journey back into the darkness. "I am sorry" I tell her but nothing I say will comfort her. There is only one who can give her what she wants, what she need, what she seeks. The one she calls "Master". He calms the demons that tourment her soul. He gives her the courage to come out of the darkness. Each night she hopes, she waits for His return. She walks in silence, the glow of a candle lights her path. But the flame grows weak and when it burns out, she will be lost in the ruins of a fortress that once locked her inside. I fear for the day she will not return, for on that day, a part of me will be lost with her. 
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