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Darkness Like The Night Monologue
Hey, how is it going? I am relaxing peacefully like the river that flowed like a stream of glass, quitely and peacefully. Sometimes I get a little chilly down here which is why I am the perfect ingredient to go with the savory and delicious chili that you eat. I get frightened here by being shuttered from light. No windows here. Darkness like the night. I scream with anger and I get filled with fear and hatred towards the monster trying to kill me. Squeezing my dark red and thick blood out. I do not mind donating some of my blood if you ask. Why are you so cruel? You just pop the lid of my brain off and start to squeeze the blood out of my body. Stop it! I get furious with thoughts clouding my mind in serious frusturation like a lion attacking
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