it comes in all shapes, sizes, and sounds. one thing that stays the same in this parasitic disease is that it's dark and looming. no matter how fierce the grip is on you, eventually, one day you'll start believing what it's been saying to you: there is no other choice left.
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Poetryi was love then i was lost. ©writingxfreak NOTE: some of the photos/videos used in this book are not mine, and i do not take credit for them.
