My life force is a dreary November night. The rain against the panes my candle nearly burnt out, the glimmer infusing life into me. People did not understand I was borne into the darkness of the night.

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My life force is a dreary November night. The rain against the panes my candle nearly burnt out, the glimmer infusing life into me. People did not understand I was borne into the darkness of the night.