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I am alone in this darkness, the light I do seek, knowing I'll never find it makes my future seem so bleak. A friend I have not nor do I truly want, A mate I once had, but yet we had to part. A sad one my tale is, that tis true, Lone may be my name and alone I will remain, until the day my love returns to me. Only then I'll find my way out of this darkness, and return to civility. So when you tell my story, tell it sad and true, for if you lie or try to slide by, my sharp teeth will be sure to find you.
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