February 22, 2025

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Must be the monster writhing beside the tombstone. I hear scratches and screeches. I smell burning fear roasting in insecurities. It's a foggy midnight and the shadow is at her brightest. The darkness condenses inside the hole where the grave lies. From it, I twitch and crawl to where the blood is. I am thirsty. I am hungry. May the dark shroud me for I am ever hideous.
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Leaena✓
Feb 22, 2025 · 63 views

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