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Companionless sleep as everyday's night,
Anguished and nothingfull dreams, years come by as odd nightmares drain my youth
For it is not night or day. It's me, the ever.
Searching for other twisted mate to entrust such blaze and outcast such deep blue yell.
To be one.
Loneliness is only pure violence and evil.

I'll give you a clue;
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