They come out in the night, my friends.
Most people cringe in fear at the sight of them.
But they're my friends.
They can be a little rough around the edges.
They look quite intimidating.
They do have sharp claws and fangs which hurt me sometimes.
But they're my friends.
They are there when no one will listen.
They let me shout. They say it's good to let it out.
They give me good advice. It's gotten me this far.
You don't understand. They are not bad. They just want a friend like you. Why do you run away?
You say they are dark. They are scary. They are dangerous.
But they're my friends. And I am becoming like them in many ways. Too many ways.
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