Sometimes, it feels like I’m breathing through a plastic bag. The darkness seems to surround me, fighting for a way inside; my thoughts go black. I can do nothing, except pray, and wait for the feeling to pass. As I wait, the wind whispers a story of desolation. Could this be my midnight hour? Will I have enough oil to light my path until sunrise?
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