A Dark, Stormy Night, what is that to one who lives in eternal darkness, move fast, think fast..... kill..... slow......, a sad life, but a liveable one, so, what is one talking about, do you think of me as your friend, a fiend, or misunderstood, why, I don't care what you call me, do not think of me as a being, think of me as a force, think of the dark corner of your bed, the musty pile of nothing, that will soon overwhelm you, like it has I, why am I, why are you?

You see, I suppose this tale, or this adventure, for the enthusiastic, can go different ways, look in your heart, and see fit that there is a voice in your heart that tells you the right decisions, whether you listen to them or not, is in your hands, I have no voice, I have no heart, I have no remorse, why I live, I wish I knew, there was hope for me, in the past, if so, I have no memory of when, or whom, or what, would care for me, walk, live, die, survive, what else is there to think about?

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