Something about the darkness,
The cold, the quiet, the unseen.
Something I have gotten used to,
And have grown to love.
There is something about knowing
That you cannot see what is coming next.
You do not see things as they appear to be.
You see them for what they truly are.
There is no mask.
The darkness around you should not be feared,
It is the light that is scary.
For without the darkness, the stars cannot shine.
The monster is the friend I have learned to love.

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