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If no man is an island, you left me alone and less than human

Before you I was a monster yet, a creature with misshapen dreams

too abstract to live, and too concrete to die

But how cruel to strip such a creature of their illusion of humanity

And love. Oh, love.

What be love but a drug and life our dealer

But love and life are wicked sisters

They lie and deceive

They steal back what they have given

The hypocrites, they create only to destroy

There is but one promise to be kept by these witches: the promise of an end

And here I walk, wandering

I run, skip

I dance into this dark unknown

For dark is more known to me than the light

And I never feared