I once met a man when I was in the depths of hell.
When the world had turned its face from me.
He was no savior, no hero -
yet I knelt before him and called him my salvation.
He extended his hand,
and I clung to it, my lifeline.
Together, we walked a path that at first seemed paved with light.
Yet as we moved, I did not see how the shadows crept behind us,
how the weight of his touch
would press into my skin
and leave its mark.
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