dark horse
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Wielding his trustedScythe, he storms through this moonless night, saddled uponHis pale skinned stallion, asH spreads death, throughout these lands
Today is the day I come out of my shell, looking around with nervous hands.
No one can tell I am nervous as I can be. I look up and look down, putting my hands under my thighs and bite my bottom lip.