Hold my hand, my dear.Walk into the dark with me. One swinging light in the middle of the room; the only thing illuminating my face. My hand held out, you should come with me. Just because my wings are broken and torn, that is no longer a reason to fear me. Walk into black nothingness now, and find the eternal bliss that comes from where light can't survive. It's cold here, as you walk with me. Don't worry, sweetheart, you'll get used to it. Gray smoke drifts out from the cracks. You get light-headed. You start to get high. Welcome to the dark side of life.
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