Nov 15, 2024
I will always haunt you, seeping into your pores. Oozing through your blood like sludge. Voices in your head, filling you with dread. Mourning and Morning have the same meaning when your life is a hell of your own making.
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I will always haunt you, seeping into your pores. Oozing through your blood like sludge. Voices in your head, filling you with dread. Mourning and Morning have the same meaning when your life is a hell of your own making.
there’s a chill in my bones that not even the warmth of my bed or the water from a tap can cure.