Tick-tock, tick-tock, people get ready, there’s a train coming - a train called the Darkness. The true shadow approaches. Can you hear it whisper down your roofs, along your walls, under the cracks of your doors until it is lying next to you in bed, smothering you in its blackness? I am not myself. I have inhaled the Darkness in her purity. She
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btw - I love thew way you write.
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