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Mirrors just aren’t the same as they used to be. Reflecting you, the room, the ghost haunting you from within.

@uzufoxy replied: hey buddy what the shit Shadows dance with two left feet. Only one belongs to them.

@artjutsu replied: dude go the fuckto sleep Sleep is no more than a rehearsal for death, and I am a frequent attendee.

The apple, at its core, is no more hollow than any other fruit. Or being.

Blunt force trauma may be less reliable than a blade, but nothing beats it.

Sometimes, the room is quiet, and you can hear the tapping of branches against your window. Sometimes it isn’t branches.

There are no corpses in chess club. No death. No proof.

Your companion lets out a healthy chortle. And then an unhealthy one. It seems it’s their time.

#nightblogging.