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Here we go. I doubt the title and introduction are any good, but oh well. ^^
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As I looked through the mirror, I saw not of me, but of what I had become - a shell of my former self, tainted by the hand of evil. It was then that I had decided; I had to fight this... thing, inside of me. The blanket of darkness had touched me - caressed my innocent cheek. The warmth it offered felt gentle, kind. I plunged into the darkness, wanting only the love it offered. I wanted to be loved; for someone to think I was important. This was what I had dreamed so long for. |
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Sounds kinda silly... Right up my alley!
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No matter who you are or what you do, someone wil always find something wrong with you... www.myspace.com/weaverofchaos |