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do need to know, I lurk in the shadows of the night , I seek the horror in your night mares As I tell you my story
You must keep in mind that I never chossed this life for myself. So you must not judge me well at least not yet….
no one is perfect ..
Emotionss The wounds suffered from love and failed friendships don't heal like a human's, but seem to only gape larger. The longing to be mortal returns, a longing for finiteness.
the day grows longer but our lives get shoter and for thought we shall enjoy all the delicasies this life has to offer.
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