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Pull your blanket above your head at night and you might feel comfort in the dark. - I behold the abyss and am calmed. - The darkness ironically scares you, you cannot help but think of the creatures. - I have walked with the Devil and was not alarmed. - Blood rushes to your head, you fear what may come next and panic. - I see black only because I close my eyes and welcome death. - You wonder why you get nothing you’ve asked for. - I wake up and wonder why I didn’t pass in the night, allowing someone more suitable to be here. - You regard me with disfavor and hatred. - I barely glance at you to save what pity I have left. - You gaze into the darkness, - I Return The Stare.
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Jan 19, 2013
Jan 19, 2013 at 11:59 PM UTC
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Pull your blanket above your head at night and you might feel comfort in the dark. - I behold the abyss and am calmed. - The darkness ironically scares you, you cannot help but think of the creatures. - I have walked with the Devil and was not alarmed. - Blood rushes to your head, you fear what may come next and panic. - I see black only because I close my eyes and welcome death. - You wonder why you get nothing you’ve asked for. - I wake up and wonder why I didn’t pass in the night, allowing someone more suitable to be here. - You regard me with disfavor and hatred. - I barely glance at you to save what pity I have left. - You gaze into the darkness, - I Return The Stare.
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Jan 19, 2013
Jan 19, 2013 at 11:59 PM UTC
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