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I have witnessed it all.



I have seen events that would turn your head in nauseated disgust.



I have been forced to watch, with unseen eyes, as stars shine and fade.



As those who have looked past me, walked past me…through me, are taught the cold realities of these times.



I have been here in one place for as long as there has been…this. My reality.



I have watched people come to me, speak to me…go as far as touch me, just to feel it.



They know.



They know I am the connecting piece. The piece that is a part of their very own puzzle.



I am everyone here.



I am them. And they are I. They are my martyrs, and I, their sire…their torture…their passion.



They feel me as much as I feel their bodies pressed against me every night.



I am the essence here.



I am nothing more than what they want me to be. I feel nothing but what they want me to feel.



I have seen their hearts…their souls…their blood.



I have felt it.



I am the feeling.



But to them…I am inanimate.



I am nothing more than the wood and canvas they throw themselves to every night.



But to me…they are my reason…my purpose…my victims.



And they shall continue to pass me…bend me…break me.



And I shall continue to break them.



For I am the essence of this business.



I have the power over them.



I have seen the power I hold.



I have watched as they stumble, fall, and rise again.



I have seen things that you could never possibly imagine.



I am the things you could never possibly imagine.



Until you are here.



Then…you become mine.