My Light.
Perhaps my presence was for a desired meaning or for a use beyond all of itself, I have decided ... perhaps it is of better circumstance that I let myself out. Bring my insides out and further inflame any burnt will that postpones itself in me. All of that red hue, my anger and the black unseen, my sorrow, I can set loose all, mischief unfold ...
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