My wandering soul lingers along those dark roads.  Thoughts poking my reasons at midnight; hope coming to terms with my questionable decisions.  Sinister voices are pushing for a change in my nature.  They dangle delights, often tricks, for me to savor.  I traverse the wicked unknown, seeking my way home.

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