A moment of reflective narcissism is always healthy.

I have been named Darkness, as a term of endearment.

I have been said to be an itch that one cannot scratch.

I go to extremes in no direction,

but do so quite intensely.

I long to ***** poisons from stranger's candies, but know that I never will.

I have obsessions and urges of a feral nature.

And I like it.

I'm a ******* good woman, and a woman good at *******

I glow from a place you haven't explored yet, but have always longed to do so.

And you'll let me through your forcefield with ease

because you know these things already.

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