The blackness of my blackness is really not all that black. It's more transparent, pale, virtually invisible. This way, you can't even see it until it's too late. It is formless, so you can't protect yourself from it. You can't prepare for it, you can't avoid it, you can't destroy it. All you can do is run from it. It's futile, of course: the blackness will absorb you just as much as it has absorbed you. However, running can maybe prolong the fight against it, maybe allow a ray of goodness to permeate it. I should have tried that.
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