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My Depression In Nightmare Form


I sit here feeling empty. As the darkness of the night closes in. Surrounding me in abysmal depths of obscurity. Screams escape me, does anyone hear? Is anyone listening? Surrounded by shadows, they beckon to me, with chilling whispers and freezing embrace. Take me in their arms. Carry me away in their veil of lifelessness. Come with us. Be, one of us. Flourish in the dark like us. Empty your thoughts, vacate your soul, and leave your spirit behind. Live like us. Be strong like us. Unite with us. The darkness of the night closes in. I sit here feeling empty and I speak the truth of wishing for their voices in my head. Their arms entwined about my body. Their breath in my lungs. Feel the thrill of their chill with such adrenaline rush. Transmogrification. They take over and possess. Alas I am one of them. I'm now in the darkness... I am of the shadows.
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