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Fragments from my mind in written form which I either think of at the darkest hour of night or during an afternoon meal of only 45 chicken nuggets.

{ deep within }

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par gurglesmurglepurgle

par @gurglesmurglepurgle

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Deep within.

Heartbeats.

Thrumming.

A sickly something.

Do you feel it hook onto your bones?

Its thin, deadly tentacles wrap ever so tightly around your heart,

evil beating with good.

And do you know what happens?

You have the sudden, strong, desire to die.

But truth is, you just want to live.