There upon the center stage, my color to this hue shall be white. Stairs among my small chambered arena, and a silhoutte audience the only cause fore sight. Forced upon their broken chairs of amusing life chemistry, eyelids removed to never blink this new story's anthology. To create to succeed is to cause panic among my masses, of oxymoronic
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Oh ho ho...to be in that audience. Am I already? No, I am the one who can wake the audience up, but choose instead to take advantage of their debilitated state.
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