Cold night at the bleachers, falling under the scrutiny of the pale moon and the silence is almoat deafening (Calm and collected, breaking the silence) How do I seem to you? Why do they call me a child of the night? Do you find me beautiful and magical? But I always feel like an outsider, always on the margins. (Voice drifts off)
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