He breathes down my neck constantly. I can always feel his coldness wherever I go. You can probably feel him too. Everytime I sleep and everytime I wake up I can sense him watching over me, waiting, biding his time. He is the curse that is put upon us from the moment we are born.… Continue reading Watching
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Can’t Scare the Broken
Before my time, I once would fear that which lurked in alleys, and those who bore candy for any smiling child. That which lived under my bed, and in my closet.