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Some of us

Some of us hates what we are.
Some of us loves what we are.
Some of us denies it all, hiding, fading,
under long times of suffering and pain.
Until relieved by the wings of death,
they plunge into the darknes they love and hate.

Some of us loves it all,
enjoying every second of death.
Death of others, or their own rebirthed wersion of it.
They see themselves as superior to others,
cause they are gifted with this curse.

Some of us loves it, some of us hates it.
And some of us..... just are.
What are we then?
We are vampiers.

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