Creature of the night..
Waking up and staring into the blur that causes so much fright
Everything got different when I lost my perfect sight
I cherish the night, now my eyes can't handel the light
I do everything and won't give up without a fight
And if I loose and have to give up, I live in the dark as a creature of the night..
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