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| Oh, to be one with death....to summon the hand of Morpheus so that he may let me sleep in Earthly slumber and bleed upon my breast with his blood. | |
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| My soul is from the darkness and it will return to the darkness just as the ashes of my body will return to ashes. Oh, dark lords below you must hear my pleas for blackness to consume me... | |
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| Grandma, what are you doing in my room with the lights out?? | |
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