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When the night comes do you embrace it?
Do you feel the appeal of the darkness?
Or do you stand in the light, afraid of what it might
Conceal?
Do you lie in your bed with the covers on your head scared of what the darkness holds?
Or do you run through the night, with not a fear in sight, ready to devour it whole?
Or are you one of the quiet few, who love and fear it as I do?
Afraid of what it hides, yet drawn in by its abcent eyes.