The Night is a funny thing, wallowing in its black depths, in its empty loneliness; it is life's coat of loneliness and misery. It envelopes all, some are sinking, some are drowning while there are also those who feed off the night, sucking dry it's never ending pit of dark impurities. They are so lonely; their only company a cold empty embrace, their hunger fed while their souls starve The wind and rain has not stopped for three days and three nights. The storm batters against rattling window…
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