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A stranger came to talk to me, to tell me stories of my past.
His voice whispered melodicaly with each fallen snow flake,
every word silently landing and melting into me. Filling me with more
then any winter white out could.

The darkness of my night soaked room, clashed with his brilliant silver shine.
He came from niether heaven nor hell, not from the moist earth or eternal skies.
But the very darkest part of me, a hole so black i hid from it. For years he grew there, waiting.
He lived in my sins, my secrets and lies. Knew every part of me that i couldnt let myself know,
saw every terrible thing i`d done.

I should had known it was inevitable, because that night the darkness finally came for me.