Shadow Dancer
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You don't know the torture of being alone, afraid, and scared...but not of what's in front or behind you...but terrified of what's inside yourself.
And if you do know the terror of the night that comes when you sleep and darkness covers your soul, then I beg that the you're not a Shadow Dancer, because that's the cruelest fate of all.
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