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In my mind I see blood and pain, painted with ludacrisy and something much darker. In days passed by, she tried to hide her hate of the sunrise, her purest passion of shadows flitting by. It is me who thrives on the inside itby Ghost of a Siren 300 words, 1 comment, on Aug 3 4:25 AM 2008. In Compulsive, Dark, Shadow writing, Weird
