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wretch

twisted, crawling, slithering snake.

it moves unseen, hidden in the darkenss of my mind.

it rips, shreads, unhinges and lays rest to all the sanity that I have left.

it has destroyed all that once was and all that will ever be.

will I survive once it is done consuming me?

would anyone even care?

 

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