The night is my only friend,
I can close my eyes,
the world dissapears,
and all that's left is me.
-Mystique Wolf

Life, Living, Loving,
I've played those games.
-Mystique Wolf

What is a mother?
Don't ask me,
I haven't a clue.
What is a father?
You tell me,
I never had one.
-Mystique Wolf

If you took depression,
lonliness, and despair,
put them in a coffee filter,
put the filter in the coffee machine,
poured imagination into the water tank,
flipped the switch and let it brew,
the drink it made would taste like my life,
cold, dark, with a bite, a few grains of sugar,
and a little froth on top.
-Mystique Wolf

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