Candy Baron
I want to exist only at night, when everything is calm.
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I long for the time before existence. I fear i have begun to romanticize the void, that eternal darkness we hail from. Where nothing is real and no one's awake. Where nothing starts, where everything ends. It sounds like a graveyard, but i think it's a cradle. The cradle of life and death. Twin entities, born without rhyme or reason, but with power to influence the void. One to take it away, and one to give it back. I used to hear it call to me sometimes. Now we have full blown conversations at the edge of dawn. The void is waiting, and i am anxious to meet it. To embrace the endless once again has become my single driving force.

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