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Blackness...
She calls to me, luring me into her sweet embrace.
Blackness...
Whispering sweet nothings to my soul.
Blackness...
So hard to ignore, I want to succumb to her.
Blackness...
I trust her promise of sweet peace and tranquility.
Blackness...
and she stabs me in the back.
Blackness...
My sweet lover.
Death.