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In a dark place I dwell. I fear of many things. I fear of my appearance, for I want to be pleasing to the eye. I fear my heart, for it can betray me. I fear my mind, for I am afraid to even think. I fear my faith, for I feel I am failing the one I serve. The truth of life I liken to a raven of my shoulder. The companion stays with me, talks to me, and will give alarm when a predator nears. However, if left untreated, my companion will waste away and may even die. I fear of losing that which I value. Faith, body, mind, and soul. I want my companion with me, and I want to fit myself to be worthy and pleasing. I am like the I'll man that son healed so long ago. I want to be worthy of the trust given, and I want to be able to enjoy the gift that is life. But, even if I fail at everything, my friend the raven I must keep. For if I lose my companion, I am nothing. I want always to hear my friends warning, for without it, I would surly fall. I hope to rejoice in the time where such things and worries will be done away. I must live my worry at the door and put trust in my friend. Let him guide and worry for me, and talk to him, so that I may be peaceful. There is a certain thing I want, something the inside desires. Not immoral, but must be careful in selection. My friend knows, and perhaps he will seek it out, but until that day, I must do for him as he has for me. Serve, serve him as strongly as he as for me. Show that I am worthy to be at his side, just as he is at mine. Only then, will I perhaps know the pleasure of what the inside seeks. Many things come in passing days. But I know only this, without the raven at the shoulder, I would surely be lost.