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Perhaps, honour is in the heart of the resolute, for only they have endured self-torture for an oath. "The light of my life is worth more than my hurt," they quoth. Once more, I came knocking at your door. January 2023 Untitled Walls pressing my skin Water rising in my throat Then the room expands May 2025 - prompt: "space"