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I never really fit in anywhere. I was always an outcast wherever I went and i still am. I have no place where I belong. I find comfort in the dark. I love staying awake at night and watching the stars in the tar covered sky. I love the gentle glow of the moon when it is full. I blend into my surroundings. No one really notices me. I mearly observe things that are going on around me. I fade away into the shadows and move quietly like a ghost. I believe in the beauty of the soul not the flesh. I love being a loner. However, it gets really cold sometimes. I am called a freak many. I don't have anyone and that is the way it is supposed to be. I have jet black fur with a single white streak in my bangs. My bangs hang over my left eye, covering it completely. My eyes are as red as the blood moon. My claws are unusually sharp and I don't trust anyone. I don't know how to trust, let alone who. I can see things others can't and hear things as well. I also have really strange and very vivd dreams. It scares me because I don't know why I keep having them, nor do I know what they mean. My world has been frozen over with the tears of blood I have shed caused by my suffering. It is starting to get colder. I sing songs filled with sorrow and pain. But, I do dream of being free from the cage I'm in. I like singing to the spirits and the moon. I hope endlessly that my voice will reach someone and that someday I will finally be heard. This is the real me. The me that no can see. Soon I will finally be free.