I love the night.
Perfect weather to cry.
aha I teared a bit.
This joy is unsustainable.
I love speaking.
Perfect atmosphere for pain.
Ouch I felt that.
So sore, so great.
I love darkness.
Perfect time to sing.
Now listen to the high notes of Hell.
The audiences' ovation.
I love words, yours.
Perfect chance to hear a lie.
Wait that's not the truth, besides the point.
I'd rather my thoughts deny your image. Than voice.
I...
Cannot write anymore
This cheat of ventilation.
Its fallacy.
Wrong beyond correction.
Pure malice.
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