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It’s been a long time since I’ve been me.

Is it better to out-monster the monster or to be quietly devoured?

I hide because there’s more to me than what you see and I’m not sure you’d like the rest. I know that sometimes, I don’t like the rest.

I don’t speak about it anymore, the pain. When you have known so much. When you have screamed so loudly. The next stage is unbroken silence.

Black, my mouth is full of black - and I can not speak. Monsters come at night, they come to steal my sleep. Crooked things live in my bones. And every demon I hear laugh, never laughs alone.

““Crying does not indicate that you are weak. Since birth, it has always been a sign that you are alive.””