i'm not afraid of the dark. i'm afraid of the things in the dark, but those things don't physically exist. my brain makes them. therefore, i'm scared of my brain. wouldn't that be a tragedy? trying to run away from your own brain. i guess i don't hate the dark; i hate myself in the dark.
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