o foolish people! how lust and desire have clouded your minds! behold and see the truth for what it is! I am me, and being so I am imperfect. as are we all, petty imperfect fools, easily persuaded by our primal feelings! but lo, do not hate me for being so, for in doing so you are hating yourself as well.
In the dead of night, all you hear is footsteps behind you. All you see is a shadow on the wall. All you feel is a sense of dread, but when the things that scare you most come to call, I'll be there, waiting to save you.
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